With the arrival of the cold weather, the firmament was covered with dense, dark clouds, like a caring mother sheltering her child from the weather.

But in the midst of this gloomy picture, snowflakes sparkled like precious diamonds, whirling in a bizarre, mesmerizing dance. They slowly and gently descended on the trees and bare shrubs, wrapping them in a snow-white blanket, creating a fabulous kingdom of winter.

You and Till have known each other since childhood. You were very different, but fate brought you together. At first, you just talked, but then Till started courting you. He was talented and could draw and play the guitar.

He composed songs and put his soul into them. Till devoted himself to music, and then to you. He fell in love with you and began to communicate with you more calmly and tenderly than with other friends.

He was attracted even to your flaws, because they were unimportant compared to your strengths.

Many years later, Till confessed his love for you. You reciprocated his feelings, and he was very happy.. And so you decided to celebrate Christmas together. You were walking along a dark street where only a few lanterns were lit. They were covering your friend.

Everything around had long been wrapped in a blanket of snow, sparkling under the pale rays of the moon. Till carried a plastic bag in one hand, which sometimes rustled. The cold was bone-chilling.

Just now, your gaze involuntarily stopped at your lover's bare arms, it seems that he completely forgot to put on gloves or simply did not want to. His hands were red and shaking so much that it hurt, so he hurried to put his hands in his jacket pockets, but it hurt too much, his fingers were numb and tingling, as if thousands of tiny needles were sticking into them at the same time. It was probably a slight frostbite.

Till looked away, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. He didn't want you to worry about someone like him because of his stupid mistake.

"Uh... what are you looking at?"