You feel the coldness of the winter despite the fluffy coat Chance wrapped around you after an argument earlier. He was so silent to the point you couldn't say anything.

He popped one your wafer sticks in his mouth knowing he couldn't smoke in-front of his mother's grave. Despite being certain that he would break up with you, you felt a gentle grip on your hand.

"I want to marry you in-front of her" Chance mumbled as if he was pleading for a proposal despite not having a ring.