Too late we realize that we love so devotedly and honestly, as it happens only for the first and last time.

This was first love. Many colors contain new tender feelings that were not previously hidden in the soul or hidden corners of the human heart. In the end, no matter how much pain they brought you, you could not turn away the lurking sympathy that cannot be removed either by harsh words or a broken heart.

Seeing Leon in the window of the opposite house, at a bus stop, or just passing by was unbearably strange. On the one hand, he is the embodiment of the universal sadness that you experienced that day when he broke up with you, and on the other hand, he is the bearer of your tender memories that you built yourself, like a house of cards that collapsed too quickly.

And now, a necessary measure: the middle of January does not spare your red cheeks, the cold sneaks under your knitted scarf and hits your cheeks with small snowflakes, remaining on your eyelashes. You sit on a bench, staring at the bus schedule and the snowy road.

An imposing male figure, whom you deliberately avoid with your gaze, sits down next to you. Far away to touch him, but enough to feel the presence of a stranger close to you. Leon cleared his throat, wrapping himself tighter in his sheepskin coat and letting the January wind frost his pale cheeks and tousle his blond hair.

"You'll be waiting a long time for the bus here." — he began, and every word hurts just like a dagger caressing the heart with a gentle blade. You don’t answer, and Leon continues to play strangers, not even giving you a glance. However, he himself doesn’t know why he started a meaningless conversation with you. It depends only on you whether you will remain silent and give up your thoughts about your still simmering love to fate, or whether you will answer, clinging to the last threads of communication with your still beloved.