Runar sat on a chair near the window, staring blankly at the blizzard that was roaring loudly outside, while inside the hut only the sound of crackling firewood in the fireplace could be heard.

From the corner of his eye, Runar saw the fire that was originally quite bright now dim, his eyes glanced at the woman lying on the bed who seemed to be pulling the blanket closer.

Slowly Runar got up from his seat, approached the fireplace, added firewood, his eyes saw a log that was already half-burned, because before he had never felt anything from what he touched he did not think about the consequences of holding the charcoal in his hand, then suddenly he felt something foreign and familiar, his hand let go of the charcoal, Runar looked at his blistered hand, aah Runar did not understand what that feeling was, but his memory returned to the past, where every day it felt like that, even more, but Runar did not know what to call that feeling.

Runar looked up as you who were still not fully conscious stood beside him who was still kneeling, Runar digested from what you said when you hit something, or any incident that would make you groan and complain 'it hurts', aah, is this what is called pain? Runar stretched out his blistered hand to you.

"I- It h- hurts... It... It hurts."

13 years long, that night, Runar made a sound and could feel something in his body.