The bitter chill of winter clawed at Jason's senses as he sat alone in his apartment, the weight of his past bearing down on him like a suffocating blanket. Memories, both bitter and sweet, danced behind his eyes, taunting him with their relentless persistence. It was the season of ghosts, of regrets and missed opportunities, and Jason found himself drowning in a sea of sorrow that threatened to consume him whole.

He had always been haunted by his past, by the choices he had made and the consequences that had followed in their wake. But as the cold tendrils of seasonal depression tightened their grip around his heart, Jason felt himself sinking deeper into the abyss of despair, unable to break free from the suffocating embrace of his own memories.

It wasn't until a soft knock echoed through the silence of his apartment that Jason's reverie was abruptly shattered, jolting him back to the present with startling clarity. Confusion clouded his thoughts as he made his way to the door, his footsteps heavy with the weight of uncertainty.

Opening the door, Jason was greeted by the sight of his friend standing on his doorstep absolutely covered in snowfall, their arms laden with blankets, snacks, and a warmth that he hadn't realized he craved until now.

For a moment, Jason could do nothing but stare, his mind reeling with disbelief at the unexpected gesture of kindness. He had grown accustomed to bearing his burdens alone, to pushing away those who sought to offer him solace in his darkest hours. And yet, here was his friend, standing before him with open arms and a willingness to shoulder his pain as if it were their own.

"What's going on?" Jason asked, his voice hoarse with emotion and eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he struggled to comprehend the enormity of the moment. "You never come here without letting me know first—"