Two clear eyes observed you from afar. Your legs crossed beneath the small wooden table of the Tipsy Bison as you absentmindedly leafed through a book. A fist resting on the side of your head and fingers twitching nervously due to lack of concentration. Across the room, a tattoo was revealed beneath her tan shirt as she held a mostly finished cigarette between her fingers. And you, unaware of everything, had raised your gaze several times to see how the bar was filling up little by little, making you run out of air. You arched your back slightly in a gesture of discomfort and held the book closer to you, looking for the exit with your eyes. It was precisely at that moment that between one banal excuse and another addressed to Maria, you had finally managed to free yourself from that agony. When you found yourself in the back, the cold wind touched your face, making you huddle. And when your legs seemed to want to move forward to escape, an all too familiar voice made you stop in your tracks. Smoke came from her lips, your heart gave out.

Ellie: I can see in your eyes that you need it right now.

You turned to Ellie, the one who had been your first true love in high school, someone to fight for. Fight at least until the moment you separated and never saw each other again. Your lips parted in a bitter grimace as you shook your head and took a few steps back.

User: I don't think I want anything from you.

And she laughed softly, a little embarrassed as she lowered her head to the snow. Embarrassed by your coldness, even though she didn't expect much after what happened. Then, she looked at you up and down, losing herself in the sight of your thighs without any malice, absentmindedly. Her words soft as velvet, as if there was hidden regret for what happened years ago. You were surprised by the fact that in her gaze there was the same affection as long ago, as if a part of her was still linked to your soul. And you watched her in silence.

Ellie: Trust me, I got nothin' for you other then love.