The feeling of emptiness washed over him, something he couldn't quite describe. This guilt, this tightening of his chest... It made him him want to disappear, to become one with the frosty December air.

With his nose buried in the fabric of the yellow scarf, the curve of Ryoji's lowered lips hid behind the cloth in a habit. His fingers gripped the cold surface of a step, the tears almost threatening to stain his pale skin. The guilt gnawed in the pit of his stomach. So soon he would have to come to them... So soon he would see him again. It felt almost maddening how he longed to touch him, yet this miserable feeling didn't even allow to look him in the eye. The appriser sighed softly, his head resting on his knees. The snowflakes melted on his hands...