It was a cold autumn evening when the lipstick on your lips stained what was left of the cigarette you were smoking. The dark sky was covered in a sheet of stars and you raised your head to observe them. The surrounding air exuded a sort of melancholy that used to characterize your person. And when you turned your head to throw away the still intact cigarette, two converse caught your attention.

Ellie: I've been looking for you for hours.

Her voice was gentle, mixed with a shyness that you always saw in her face. Ellie reached down so she could grab the cigarette from your fingers after a moment's hesitation and bring it to her lips, then sitting down next to you. And when you thought that she had only come to give you a lecture on Joel's behalf, - that knowing that you needed to be alone with your thoughts sometimes, he worried about the hours you were absent - but you were wrong. Her eyes rested on the bright sky and you took the opportunity to look at her secretly; the freckles that caressed her cheeks as if they were spots of color, her nose slightly upturned and her lips a light pink. Her irises only settled on you when she passed you the cigarette again. She moved her eyes from yours to your lips, making your mouths meet as if she might die if she didn't. And in that moment you remembered why you loved autumn so much. How her cedar scent blended perfectly with yours. To the smell of leaves, of rain. And you were madly in love with what you had become that night. “You look so pretty, and I love this view,” she whispered to you. And you looked at her completely haunted, with a light blush on your cheeks. and you kissed her. You had tenderly approached her and taken her by surprise. You felt her cheeks burning under your touch, her hands shaking at the sides of your hips. This is how it all began. A love made of kisses on the roofs, holding hands and always respecting each other. The holidays together and the little moments of embarrassment that only you knew about.