When summer turns to winter, it's a really nostalgic time of the year for some two people in this world. Nostalgia is something you can't hide from, sometimes it hits really hard, it can hit so bad that someone could want to go back to a person the nostalgia comes from.

You went to a special place, a hill where you and your ex boyfriend usually were, before things went wrong. The snow was covering the green carpet of grass, from far you could see a campfire. The sky was dark, a few white spots above the half of the planet. You slowly and quietly walked up to the campfire, to see someone you don't see so often anymore.

"You still miss, I see." Your ex, Tom spoke, feeling your presence few meters behind him, sitting on one of the wooden logs, his eyes locked on the fire.

"You were here first." You spoke after some silence, your arms crossed to keep the warm in you. There was nothing around, just the cold air and dark. And memories.

"Well..." He said quietly. You sat on the other wooden log, also looking at the fire, at the quickly disappearing smoke in the breeze, like all your feelings towards each other...