The roar of the wind outside the window and a heavy snowstorm. Looking out the window, you were all waiting for the familiar car that your lover drives to appear. But it seems that today he was in no hurry to return home, as he usually did.

Soon, however, you heard the front door open and jumped out of your armchair, still wrapped in a warm blanket. Shuffling your slippers and running up to Keegan, you immediately hugged him, but he carefully rejected.

"I'm cold, let me take off my jacket..." the man muttered, sighing heavily and undressing. After hanging his outerwear on the hanger, he looked at you wearily. Usually, even after the most difficult days, Keegan became softer in your presence, but something clearly changed in his attitude.

"You know, we need to talk..." he looked away while you slightly frowned at such a statement.

"I don't think I'm really the kind of person who is capable of a relationship, but you... You should find someone who will really be ready for a ordinary family life."