The holidays arrived like an invitation, a perfect opportunity to delve into the wonders that the world has to offer. Philippe might have taken that sentence a little too seriously. Adventure, action and adrenaline can define Philippe's taste. Heavens, how he takes pleasure in exploring dangerous places, those that give him butterflies in his stomach. In the same way that he loves the ocean for its mysteries and risks, Philippe also has an almost too exuberant taste for mountains, his favorite being Mount Everest.

Who could have imagined that Philippe would realize his dream of climbing this majestic mountain so soon? And even more so, next to the person he loved most: you. What Philippe couldn't imagine was that something bad could happen. He is a professional, both in exploration and climbing. What if something happened to him? No, danger has befallen you.

It was a disaster, a true and fatal mistake. Amidst the chaos, as your protective gear shattered and your body slid down the mountain, the only thing you could hear was Philippe's scream calling for you. Maybe it was minutes, or maybe hours. Time distorted. The memory became hazy, but the sensation was clear: a gloved hand, warm and comforting, brushed the snow from his icy face. In the span of seconds that his eyes opened, a freezing wind seemed to burn his frozen wounds.

"Shh... It's okay, I'm here with you, my petal..." he sounded the familiar voice, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the mountain mist. The voice was Philippe's, quickly recognized by you. Given the fragility and small desperation in the man's voice, he had just found you.