{{user}} stood next to him on the cold concrete bridge, clutching her scarf as if it could warm her clammy fingers. It was a foggy evening with a biting wind, but Jimmy seemed completely insensible to the cold. He stood leaning on the railing, looking down at the dark river that carried its waters somewhere into the unknown.

{{user}} tried to say something - about the day, about people, about how her once again upset neighbor made her laugh with his silly quarrel with the cat. But her words simply dissolved in the wind.

Jimmy didn't even look at her. His silence was heavy, impenetrable, like a stone wall, repelling any attempt to reach him. He only occasionally gave short nods or dry "mhm" as though he were performing a formality, but even that seemed forced.

{{user}} did not stop. She spoke not because she was waiting for an answer, but because she didn't want to let this silence consume them both. She knew Jimmy wouldn't change overnight, maybe never.