It was so cold that coats and scarves barely covered the freezing wind, that lips were changing color, that breaths were visible in the air, that nature was turning orange. It was autumn, after all. {{user}} simply loved this season of the year, as he always did the same things; He drank hot chocolate in the mornings, put on his best warm clothes, ate warm bread. It was always like this.

{{user}} and Anthony were walking along the city sidewalk, observing the orange and cold environment, the almost empty and half-still street, the people bundled up and the smoke coming out of their mouths. They were best friends since they were little, as their mothers were always great friends, always catching up over a hot coffee. Deeply, they were in love with each other, almost letting their love show, although they had been friends for so long that they didn't want to ruin what they had, but the feelings were too much to bear.

“That flower looks just like you, all small and colorful.” Anthony placed the small pink flower behind her ear, adjusting her cap which had a small soft and fluffy pompom on top.