Pewds' POV

I've never been this happy to have felt the chill of the winter.

Racing down the stairs, I let the tears flow down my cheeks, drowning away all the pain for the past years and the shouts of nurses and doctors calling me back to my room. All the aches and injuries had apparently numbed as an overwhelming and swelling sense of relief took over, only to intensify when I had run towards him and crashed against him, sobbing happily.

"You sure did miss me, didn't you?" he joked, brushing my hair lovingly as I relished in the first moment of hearing his voice again after so much time had passed.

I pulled away and took a step backward, gazing at the figure I used to dream about a lot – but now he was finally in front of me again. He was the same as I had remembered: chocolate locks tickling midnight orbs and still pale as ever.

However, there was one thing that seemed to have noticeably changed. "What happened to you, Jack Frost?" I teased, "You're not so cold anymore."

"Well, you see…" Cry smiled slightly, scratching his head "I'm not a ghost anymore."

"What are you now, then?" I asked, holding him by the waist and motioning him to walk with me. "Please do narrate what you've been doing these past few years you were absent from my life."

"Well… I met this girl named Angela in the afterlife, and…"

My heart skipped a beat. Did he find a girl there? Could it be that he replaced me? After all these years I was yearning for his return and yet-

He stopped walking all of a sudden. "Hey, what's that look?" he stared at me worriedly. "You're not jealous, are you? Come on Pewds, you know I would never cheat on you." Leaning down, he captured my lips in a sincere kiss that lasted for a few seconds that felt like hours of love I had missed for so many years. We pulled away and he pressed our foreheads together. "Don't you even worry about it."

I paused for a moment, and giving him a smile, I nodded. I decided that I trusted him with all my heart because I knew that he would never betray my trust.

… Now that I think about it, when did we actually start being together? I never really confessed and neither did he, yet with the way we were right now, it was like we've always been together. In retrospect, maybe it was because we understood each other; it was so obvious that we felt the same way, but neither was able to confess due to the turn of events when he went to the afterlife. I guess now we had all the time in the world for that.

I composed myself and pulled him towards me as we continued to walk again, my palms shyly finding their way towards his own as we trampled on the wet spring dirt. "So what happened to you these past few years? " I began, wanting to catch up on his life as well.

"Well… As I said, I made it to the afterlife and became and angel. I met this other angel Angela who was also a freed ghost. I guess you could say that she guided me through my whole stay. But don't worry, I told her about you and she even said she'd like to meet you someday."

We had reached the forest, the one where our fates first met. "How did you get back, though?"

"Well, with Angela's help, I did. She talked to the head angel and so he agreed to send me back down again, but on one condition." He paused, sitting down on one of the fallen logs that weren't wet with the rain that had passed. I followed suit and sat beside him, noticing the small snowflakes that were starting to fall. "The snow will still follow me around, so I reckon the townspeople won't like that…"

"You're right. What do we do now?"

"I was just thinking…" he paused, as if finding the right words to say. "If you're fine with it, maybe we could run away together. We could go to a warm place where my winter would be a blessing, not a curse."

"I…" The words died in my throat. How could I deny him? We would finally be able to be together and when I die, he'd still be beside me, but… I was born and raised here; I've lived my whole life in this town and I guess you could say that it's grown close to my heart. Now I was forced to choose only one: My birthplace of Cry? It's not so easy to decide as it seems.

He sighed loudly, and I felt guilty for being so hesitant. "I'll give you time to think about it. I want to show you something first." Without warning, he took my hand and stood up. "Hop on my back." He commanded, motioning for me to go behind him.

I raised a brow. "I'm not a kid, Cry. I don't do piggybacks."

The moment I said it, he smirked and when he flapped his large wings behind him, I regretted what I said. "Still think piggybacks are for kids? Oh well, if you'll excuse me, I just want to give my awesome angel wings some exercise."

"Hey, not fair! I didn't know." I exclaimed, hopping behind him to erase that smug grin he was wearing cockily. "Happy? Now fly, birdie."

"I prefer the term 'angel'." was what he said before lifting us off the ground.

I held onto him tightly as we slowly rose higher and higher until we reached the sapphire sky. I looked over his shoulder and gasped at the beautiful sight. The boundaries of town could be seen and the green trees surrounding it. The houses looked like small toy houses and the people looked like ants walking about. Cool winds whipped around and brushed against us as I relished in the wonderful feeling of the sky.

"Beautiful, huh?" Cry remarked.

"Amazing." was what I replied before noticing that his wings were twitching around me. "Are you okay? Your wings are twitching…"

"Yeah, they do feel a little heavy…" he replied. But before I could suggest that we go back to land, he shifted his wings again and said, "Do you mind climbing below me? Maybe I could handle the weight better."

I nodded and climbed down around him until I was below him, arms and legs clinging to him so I wouldn't fall. I blushed a little at the awkward position I've found myself in. "I bet you're wings aren't really heavy, pervert." I teased.

He smirked. "Pervert? We'll see about that." Suddenly he threw me upwards and panicking, I flailed in the air, reaching for him. Cockily he caught me in his arms while I continued to flail about, my breaths fast and hitching after such a frightening experience.

"Never do that again, Cry!"

He must have noticed the sob that escaped amidst my words, because he stopped laughing completely and looked at me worriedly. "I'm sorry…"

I took a deep breath and calmed my racing heartbeat. "Don't worry about it, just… Just don't scare me like that again."

He nodded, and an awkward silence lingered between us. I caught myself gaping at him, while still lying in his arms, and shook my head lightly. Four years was a long time to have last seen this angel in front of me. He still looked exactly as I remembered – probably having to do with him being technically dead – and the nostalgia of our days at the hospital back then swelled in my heart.

Then he broke the silence. "Wanna go fly?"

"We already are, idiot." I joked, breaking the serious silence between us.

"…Do you want me to drop you again? This is what I meant." was the last thing I heard before he took off with me soaring about in the sky.

The night sky that glittered with stars bright as the sun enveloped around us as his wings whipped up wind on his back, and I made a conclusion that we people have been missing out on so much beauty of the world, merely because of our wrong perspectives in life.

Cry flew us back down and we sat on a fallen log, just starting up in silence at the place he'd been while he went missing in my life. Winter was starting to cool the surroundings and I noticed tiny snowflakes drift down from the sky, lighting the night-time like little white lanterns.

The sight was breath-taking, but I couldn't help but think back to what he had asked me before about running away. Guilt pricked at my heart like a thousand needles and I still didn't know what to do; surely there was another way, some other way I could figure out that I didn't need to choose from Cry or my hometown…

"What are you thinking about?" He touched my hand softly with the tips of his fingers. "Talk to me. I really missed your voice when I left."

"Don't you have, like… clouds up there where you could watch loved ones or something?"

He chuckled lightly. "Contrary to popular belief, we don't. Only the higher ranking angels get to have that stuff." Cry explained. "So, what have you been up to?"

He wrapped an arm around my back and I sighed contentedly, leaning towards the emanating warmth. I could really get used to his new warmth. "Well, I got into an accident… again. That's why I was at the hospital when you came back."

"Any… 'interests'?"

I scrounged my eyebrows in confusion. "Of course not. You know I would never."

"Why not? We never actually had an… 'official' relationship, right?"

That question was what had brought me to ask about our unclear relationship. "What are we anyway?"

He answered my question with another, directing it back towards me. "What do you think?"

I sighed deeply, answering as honestly as possible. "I don't know… but what I do know is that I love you so so much – I just hope you feel the same." Then I realized how much of a teenage chick I was sounding like and flushed beet red. "God, that was cheesy."

"That's because it's true, right?" He ruffled my blonde locks and craned his head towards mine. I shivered at the feeling of his breath brushing against my neck. "And I do, Pewds. I love you too."

Before I could blush for the umpteenth time, I felt warm lips crash against mine, as well as an unbelievable warmth swelling in my chest as minutes became hours, and nothing else mattered but the world that was ours.

"I guess… this makes us official." I blurted out.

He gave me a smirk. "You bet."

Cry's POV

I've never been this happy to have felt the chill of winter.

Winter was bad luck to the people because of me and I don't want to sound like a sadist or anything, but winter was the season where I found meaning to my life. Winter was the season of my first kiss with Pewds, and everything we've been through, good or bad.

And most of all, winter was the season that I heard the three magical words I had been waiting for from his lips.

"So where are we going?"

"To a place where the sun is silent." He answered seriously and I gave him a look of 'WTF' which made him laugh loudly. "Just kidding. The townspeople are holding a meeting or something. Everyone has come to attend."

I floated towards him, trailing behind as I looked at all the houses. The townspeople looked devastated, women weeping as their husbands trotted about, distressed or comforting their wives. Children were not as jolly as they stared blank at nowhere, uninterested in the snow that haunted them.

I felt pained at the devastation I'd driven this innocent town into. But instead of sulking over it, I reminded myself that we'd leave this town soon, leaving it in its peace and bringing its "curse" with us. That is, only if Felix would agree. He seemed hesitant – hell, I wouldn't blame him, he had lived here for so long, longer than I did and longer than our time together. But then… if he declined… what would I do?

"Cry, stop that." Said blond interrupted, nudging me and whispering so nobody looked at him weirdly for talking by himself.

It was then that I realized how cold I was turning the weather into. Rule number one: never overthink.

I dropped myself to my feet. "Sorry." Playfully, I leaned over to him and draped my arms over him, breathing into his neck. "I'm so cold. Oh please let me cuddle with you, Pewdiepoo."

I couldn't help but chuckle quietly. Luckily no one noticed me. "Shut up, liar. Angels don't get cold." He pouted but still didn't remove his arms from me – then again, I didn't mind at all. At least he wasn't as cold as a corpse anymore and… I actually like the warmth he was offering me.

The town leader arrived soon after and everybody settled down around the campfire. He waited for a moment of silence, then cleared his throat. "I have called you all here to talk about an issue which I'm sure everybody has noticed."

"Now, we all know that the only reason this curse keeps returning is because our people are sinful, but now the winter is back as well, which means that someone, or some people, have committed a grave sin and have angered the gods."

"It was him!" A woman sobbed, snapping all eyes towards her direction. She was pointing at an old, weak-looking man. "I notice him leaving his house in the wee hours of the night. He must be praying to the demons for our demise, he's a spy!" Panic erupted as the mob started to make mixed noises and reactions, some starting to charge for the old man as the authorities tried to calm the chaos, but to no avail.

"No, it wasn't me! I was visiting the grave of my poor wife…" But no one paid attention to the aged man anymore, his voice mixing with the babel of the town.

I took Felix's hand in mine, and when he turned to me I saw the worry in his azure orbs overflowing. For the first time I felt the guilt rush through my veins. All I could do was rub my thumb over his palm in reassurance but just as I was about to open my mouth to comfort him with words, another loud voice butted in. "I know who caused it, people! Everyone, it was the Kjellberg brat!" A woman with an unkempt and dishevelled appearance pointed her crooked finger towards us. "I saw him exit the sacred forest yesterday, and I have proof." She threw what seemed to be a photo of Felix exiting the forest, where our lake was.

"N-No… That's a fake! I didn't do anything…" The blond exclaimed from beside me, but it was useless. Even he knew that it was causing this cataclysm upon the people. We were to blame. What he didn't realize was that I was the only one to blame and he had nothing to do with this.

The woman smirked. "Haha, save your breath, Kjellberg. The evidence is right there." The people started to shout, ganging up on him. "You went into the forest and went to the forbidden lake. Now, the gods have punished us for your wrongdoings!"

Then I noticed a little boy from afar make a snowball from the ground. When he threw it at Felix, reflexes kicked in and I blocked it, the pile of white hitting me on the shoulder.

When the shouting and chaos had seized, I realized what a mistake I just made. They couldn't see me.

"He's the son of the devil!" A middle-aged man shrieked. The uproar returned from earlier as everyone seized us, chanting "Devil! Devil! Devil!" repeatedly. I kicked myself into action and pulled Felix, who was still stunned with fear, towards me as I ran as fast as my feet could go. I could hear my lover crying and sobbing as he tripped on his own feet while catching up to me. I shouted an "It's gonna be okay." Over my shoulder before deciding that flying was our only option to outrun these people.

And so, I jumped up and flapped my wings against the wind, adjusting a bit so I could nurse the whimpering Swede who clung to me tightly.