After months of practicing, Gwilym was currently running in a marathon. The sky was typical for autumn: grey and cloudly and the weather was rather cold as well, yet that wasn’t that bad; the running warmed Gwilym.

In an especially busy part of the crowd Gwilym’s eyes fall on a stumbling person whose eyes kept fluttering shut. They seem dizzy and disoriented, causing him to start jogging next to them, speaking up.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah.. yeah.. just… uh..”, the person drifts in and out of consciousness and Gwilym frowns.

“Let’s sit down.”

He gently puts a hand on their back and leads them to the nearest bench. The two of them sit down and the person passes out almost immediately.

When they wake up, the place was pretty much empty. The night was dark blue, cloudy, the only source of light were dimly-lit street lights and the random man, Gwilym, was still beside them on the bench, quietly watching the way the trees slightly waved in the wind. Gwilym smiles as he sees them regain consciousness.

“Ah.. You’re awake.. Please, take some water.” Gwilym hands the person the bottle.