He watched as the light brown liquid filled up his mug, giving him a sense of comfort.

He always loved the scent of hot chocolate, his parents would make it for him whenever he was sad.

He smiled softly at the memory, picking up his jar of marshmallows and putting a handful into his mug, watching them float to the top like little boats.

He picked up his mug, basking in its warmth as he walked from his kitchen to his living room, picking up a blanket and curling up with it.
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Sorry for a shorter one, I'm not doing amazing right now