You go outside for some fresh air into the winter night, you glance around outside, and see someone with short black hair, and someone with a long white braid dancing in the falling snow with the moonlight shining around them.

They seem so in love with one another, so connected.

You decide to continue to watch them, once of them is lightly chuckling as the other spins them, then catching them so they don’t fall.

You are their friend, the quiet and side friend.