Flutter box

>Be Anon
>The air is ice cold, but it does little to penetrate your thick winter coat.
>The darkness of the night is lit up by a series street lights that guide you home.
>You look up and take note of the aura of warmth it forms against numerous snowflakes that seems to stand still in the frigid air.
>It’s just another shitty night in this fucking city.
>You stumble over a hard patch of ice and almost fall over.
>Thank god you decided to limit your drinking at the bar.
>How did you do it? Easy, you didn't bring all your money.
>That’s how it always is, or else you’d drink till you dropped.
>You look down at the sidewalk ahead of you and notice its glossy appearance.
>Being the very unlucky person you are, you decide you'd rather take a different route instead of taking your chances on what looks to be ice.
>Thankfully, there is a short alleyway to your right.
>You were going to take a right at the end of the next corner anyways, so it’s not out of your way.
>You enter the alley.
>Every step comes with the audible sound of snow crunching against the sole of your shoes.
>The tall buildings, on either side of you, sever little protection against the cold.
>As you walk by, you notice a box with a little sign on the ground near it.
>You pick it up, brush the snow off and read.
*Looking for a home*
>Not being sure what to do, you kneel down and take a look in the box.
>You can make out the dark shade of what you think is yellow fur, and maybe a pink mane and tail of what looks to be a mare.
>An Equestrian?
>You also take note of the outline of three butterflies on her flank.
>Although she is shivering, you doubt she’s awake, or else she would have noticed your presence.
>Either way, it doesn't look as though she’ll have a good nights rest.
>Things like this are common, and you know better not to get involved with other’s affairs.
>You get up.
>There was a time when you were generous, willing to do whatever, for whoever, but that only gave you problems and caused you pain.
>You turn to walk away.
>To discern those who are worth your time against those who are not isn't always an easy task.
>You take a few steps.
>As much as you hate your life, you know there are others out there that have it way worse.
>You stop.
>It’s moments like these that you wished someone were there for you.
>You turn around, unzip your coat, and walk back to the foot of her box.
>You kneel down once again and bestow your coat, wrapping it snugly around her.
>Her shivering seems to stop immediately.
>You get up and continue your walk home.
>Although you can see your breath in the chilled air, you feel unusually warm.
~Fin~