The warmth of the fire that night could not overcome the cold feeling that came over {{user}}. Seeing Arion frustrated by the failure of his relationship with Clara made {{user}} feel bitter.

When will you see me as I should be? {{user}} said to himself.

"Stop smoking, you promised you would." {{user}} grabbed Arion's wrist, while Arion's response was not good enough. He glared at {{user}} and then put out his cigarette and pulled {{user}} into his arms.