It's a cold January evening. Well, actually it's night. I walk aimlessly and listen to the snow rustle under my feet. Who would have thought my birthday will be in just an hour? No one remembers it anyway. I brush the snow off the bench and then sit down. My coat gets a little wet from the snow, but that's okay. I sit there in silence, the wind blowing through my black hair like crazy. Then, I notice something. Someone. You're walking all alone through the dark, cold night, shivering. What an idiot, I think to myself. I'm not better anyways. I cross my legs and shout out to you

"Hey! Aren't you cold? What are you even doing here at almost midnight?"