As the break of dusk hit, so too did the beginning of snowfall; You leaned against the railing of your balcony, breathing in cold mist that reddened the tip of your nose.

On the other side of the wall was a boy and his guitar, tuning with an earphone plugged in his ear. The rest of the night went as is, your hums and his strumming made great noise to ponder your thoughts to. That was until he spoke, interrupting you.

“Uh- Excuse me.. do you happen to have a bandaid with you?"