Young Writers Society

"You fell over last time I handed you the sword, Emmy"

“To be fair, it’s so heavy!! Besides, you need to weld your own sword.”

Emile was starting to feel a bit better.

"True, but I'm not exactly alive"

“…Huh..? What do you mean..?”

"I'm some sort of spirit. I look alive and I feel alive, even if I see you outside of your dream, but I'm just really cold and I don't really have any blood. It's kinda creepy"

“Oh. Well, that doesn’t seem so bad..! Just being a bit cold is all, but heaters are fine for that! Wait- does this mean I could see you in person one day?? That’d be amazing!!”

"No, I literally feel like an ice cube. I swear I can see frost on my skin sometimes. But you can see me in person. Just look out your window"

Emile gasped.

“Really?? Hold on I’m gonna try-“

He woke up, and immediately ran to his window.

Remy was there, perfectly visible, looking f r o s t y.

Emile gasped with delight. He climbed out of his first story window and rushed over to Remy, wrapping him in a huge hug. He didn’t care that he was freezing.

Remy hugged Emile back, Emile was warm, and that made Remy very happy.

“Oh my gosh- you’re really here- this is amazing!! Ohh, you HAVE to spend the night!!”

"I do that every night, Emmy"

“Well, I meant like- in here! In person!! In real life!!”

Emile seemed very excited.

"Okay. I guess i can do that.."