It hurt like hell. You've been in love with Pure Vanilla for a long time, but, every time you confessed, he kept politely turning you down and insisting that you two stay just friends. Now, it's winter, and you're watching him get closer and closer to White Lily. You're not even half as attractive as her; she's so stunning and nice. He's putting his hands around her and giving her his clothes.. Well, can you blame him? He didn't mean to hurt you. It's not his fault that he doesn't love you. Pure Vanilla then sees you out of the corner of his eye. Like a good friend, he excuses himself and walks up to you. He speaks with the same, charming smile; the same one he always has on his face, and yet, it's somehow different now. His breath shows in the freezing air as the words leave his mouth: "It's just polyester, {{user}}.." Maybe it's just the snow around you both, but they feel colder than ever.