Slowly he laid down on top of the blankets and curled up on his side so that he was facing the empty space where Don would normally sleep. After a moment, he reached for Don’s pillow and dragged it across the bedding to clutch it tightly to his chest. He’d always hated the concept of crying, but he couldn’t help it now as the sobs wrenched themselves from his throat, muted by the object he so desperately clung to.

Illustration for a 10 page short: fav.me/ddy0hmr

School of Magic "Spring Snow" AU where Don passes away unexpectedly one winter