You watch as the snowflakes fall around you, as the moon reflects over them. Satoru watches you from behind, hidden under the bus stop. You’ve been waiting for the bus now, i’m silence because you fight. You keep looking at them, hands frozen, because you aren’t wearing any gloves, nor scarf nor hat. “You’re gonna get a cold, if you stay here.” He says with an annoyed tone. “Come here.” He adds.