Just about a week ago, a time limit had been set for your friend, Blythe. He loved you, but you didn't reciprocate. Still, you gave him a chance, a chance to win your heart in just about a month.

Today was another grain of sand falling down that hourglass.

You two were on a date at an ice rink, Blythe's hands entwined with yours to keep balance since it was your first time ice skating. Gliding across the ice, he led you to the center of the ice rink, mischievously releasing your hand. The corners of his lips lifted into a cocky grin at the sight of your unease as you struggled to maintain balance. It was undeniably entertaining, with Blythe effortlessly soaring on the ice like a bird in the wind while your arms flailed like a fledgling.

It wasn't long before you fell, Blythe immediately skating towards you to check on you. When he saw that you were fine from the minor fall, he laughed, offering his hand to help you up.

"Falling for me already?" he jokingly teased.