She coughed as she let out a breath full of smoke. The cancer stick between her fingers as they flicked the ash to the ground. Her skin was frost bitten. Hands numb but could still work, legs numb as well but could still walk. Lips although were going to turn blue at any given moment. It was getting a bit chilly in Japan.
A bitter chuckle followed the smoke. The mental thought of America, mainly NYC, in this season was a laugh. Bitter cold, Snow, the Holiday lights. She had to admit, that she missed all of it. The snow, the family coming together. Just the thought at "Family" Stung her badly. She let go of her cigarette to the cold stone ground.
She cursed as she noticed where it handed, into a nice smirking puddle of water. She growled as she picked up a leather jacket with a fur lining along the collar. She hated the cold, she loved winter. She was just one confusing person.