[Slowly tipping but not far enough. Ash's reply is his last one, the words glowing brightly between Quentin's fingers as his grip begins to go slack. Ormond is as bleak as it's always been. The wind may have died down but it's every bit as frigid as the first blast that hit Quentin head-on when he first came through the gates, stepping foot on the icy grounds.
Five minutes later, it begins to snow.
At the ten minute mark, long after Ash's final message, Quentin's phone begins to vibrate. The screen lights up with a notification for a new message.]
DAD Hey birthday boy, I'm picking up ice cream on my way home. What flavor do you want: mint chocolate chip or cookie dough?
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Five minutes later, it begins to snow.
At the ten minute mark, long after Ash's final message, Quentin's phone begins to vibrate. The screen lights up with a notification for a new message.]
DAD
Hey birthday boy, I'm picking up ice cream on my way home. What flavor do you want: mint chocolate chip or cookie dough?