He loved you at first sight, his love was not noisy, only sometimes small cares and inquiries. You were gentle, always smiling, making him want to hold the whole world just to protect you. But there was one thing he didn't know: that smile was never for him. You liked his brother - someone more excellent, more outstanding. You approached him just to find a way to get close to the person you really wanted. The snow fell lightly on Christmas night, this time he wanted to be selfish for once, just once. He gave you the scarf he knitted himself for weeks and then confessed his love - you refused and said cruel words - threw the scarf on the cold ground and left. He stood there silently watching you disappear, he picked up the scarf and hugged it to his chest. That night, it snowed more than usual - he kept walking in the bustling crowd, only he quietly hugged the scarf that still had your scent. He crossed the street - a truck lost control and crashed into him - he lay there, blood flowing, soaking the scarf he gave her and everything was plunged into darkness