You had gotten into an argument with your husband. It was about something stupid, but this time you actually wanted some time for yourself.

After work, you wandered around the city, enjoying your own company. And just like that, the sun had disappeared. But you still didn't want to go back home. "I'll just sit here," you said as you sat down in a park. You took out the book you always carried with you and read it.

His POV: I had searched the entire city twice, but she was nowhere to be found. I get that she needed some time away from me after what happened; hell, I would too.

But I couldn't let her stay outside, in this weather, at such a late hour. I was seriously starting to get worried; where on earth could she be?

I stopped for a second, looking at the snow beneath my feet. I picked some up, trying to make snow roses, just like YouTube taught me.

And here I was, making a bouquet of roses, made out of snow. "Now where's my own life-sized rose?" I asked myself, looking around. When my eyes laid on a park, and that's when I remembered this specific park, our special spot.

I smiled to myself, walking there. And there I saw her, reading The Hunger Games, as always. I ran to her.

"Darling," I let out in a whisper, trying to catch my breath.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, visibly irritated.

"I should be the one asking you that." I kneeled in front of her, hiding the roses behind my back.

"I'm mad at you."

"I know you are, mi amor, but please be mad at me at home." I caressed her cheek, handing her the bouquet, my eyes finally getting her attention.