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Aquamarine frost battered her bones.

Why did life have to be so cruel? Every bone and breath in her body weren't enough to decipher Fate's mysteries. It seemed as if no angels were on her side, constantly leaving her helpless. No different from a fawn, trapped in a hunter's vicious snare. Not only had Fate turned its back on her, but it had become a viciously cold whirlpool.

Even her fingers adopted a soft blue color. For some inexplicable reason, the Animus hotshots decided to play God. Tinkering with the machine's controls, they cast the Animus into another dimension of weather. As if the black, smouldering void of her life wasn't bleak enough. The Black Room was encased in frost, with no sign of sunshine in sight.

Then again, how much could she possibly expect? She was a soul detached from humanity. A broken corpse. Perhaps yearning for warmth was out of the ordinary. Those facts of life did nothing to change her ache for comfort, though.

Until the Animus Gods steered from their current path, the realm of ice would cradle her. And its arms, she did not love. She only held contempt for the wicked, lifeless arms that battered her psyche's remnants.

Fortunately, relief was in sight.

There was only one bright spot in her life, and he was commonly known as Subject 16. She bypassed that technical label, using his birth name as a means to convey warmth. She wasn't one to paint the world in shades of love, but her small works of affection spoke a thousand volumes. Clay was all she had, deep in the unfathomable. He was her only link to sunshine-something that had vanished from her life, far too long ago.

So perhaps it was time to take advantage of that sunshine. Beaming like a cat approaching a canary, Jordan came upon her friend's sleeping form. So you're not going to share, eh? she thought mischievously, approaching her desired target. Her eyes were on Clay's jacket. A warm, soothing treasure for the soul. She would have her way, come Hell or high water! The jacket would be HERS!

But not if Clay had anything to say about it.

He pretended to be asleep, snoring as he turned over. Gads, her attempt at thievery was thwarted! And he was probably awake, the cunning bastard. Jordan bit her bottom lip, face contorted by grief and frustration. She'd show him a thing or two later! "Fine then," she snarled, hands balled into fists.

"Keep your crummy jacket. I'll get along fine without it!"

Off she went, hands still balled into tight shows of fury. Her footsteps stopped once she reached the beach, though. The sanctuary she shared only with Clay. No one else, save for the Gods hanging over the Animus.

Its waters normally soothed her, but at that moment, pain shook her to the core. Assuming it was the deafening cold, Jordan wrapped her arms about her waist. It was all she could do, facing the Devil's frost alone. And there she stood, watching the world go by. Watching the waters with the look of an abandoned, hopeless widow.

Watching time go by, with a fading hope for sunshine.

But then, the most surprising thing happened. A familiar garment was draped over her shoulders, presented with a smile she knew and loved so well.

"There ya go. Thought I'd keep it all to myself, didn't 'cha?"

"Woulda killed ya if ya did, ya loony bin," the brunette chuckled, punching Clay in the ribs. He clutched his stomach and grimaced, as if she had actually plunged a knife through him. Then a smile graced his playful features, causing her to realize something.

His smile's gonna keep me warmer than his dumb jacket.

Even though she didn't mean sharing it with him.

If you were to visit another time and place, you would come upon a sanctuary. One infested with lost hopes and memories, but-

Inhabited by a pair of soulmates.

If you were to stumble upon that sanctuary's beach, you would find a young girl and young man sitting side by side, sharing a leather jacket. Smiling, as the waters struck their shores.

And uttering not a single syllable.

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