It was mid December, you haven't seen him in a while. You've been good, busier than ever.

Because the last time you saw him Is still engraved on the back of your mind.

The harsh, cold winter came, the dark days when fear crept into his mind.

Outside your door was Nikolai, swallowing his pride and Standing in front of you

"I'm sorry for that night."

He muttered out in shame, the freedom he had desired didn't serve a purpose other than missing you.