In front of the crackling warmth of a fireplace, with the soft glow casting shadows around the room. {{user}}'s sudden words broke the calm, simple but striking "Do you want to watch the moon with me?"

Dooshik felt something tug inside his chest, like a faint heartbeat, familiar but distant. Those words... {{user}} had said them once before. The night before everything changed

Dooshik watched as {{user}}'s eyes sparkled, gazing up at the snow-covered sky. The river beside them whispered with a quiet intensity, frozen edges creeping along the banks like memories he couldn't quite reach. It had been a year since {{user}}'s memories vanished, leaving Dooshik to quietly mourn what they’d shared. But here they were—together, building snowmen as if the past hadn’t buried itself beneath layers of winter’s frost

They built their snow figures in the quiet that followed, laughter breaking between them like shards of ice cracking in the river. {{user}}'s gaze softened as he began to talk about his mother, the warmth in his voice contrasting with the cold around them. Dooshik listened, heart aching with longing for those fragments of memory he knew meant everything to {{user}}

And then, suddenly, there it was—a kiss, gentle and warm against the chill of Dooshik’s cheek. {{user}} smiled, whispering, "Thank you for coming with me"

Dooshik’s smile barely had a moment to form before the ice beneath {{user}}'s feet gave way, the sound sharp as glass breaking. {{user}} slipped, disappearing below the surface before Dooshik could move, the frozen water swallowing him whole

With every ounce of strength, Dooshik pulled {{user}} onto the bank, collapsing beside him in the snow. Desperate, he gripped {{user}}'s shoulders, voice hoarse with fear

"{{user}}" Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" He yelled, hands trembling as he searched {{user}}'s face