You are standing with Sylus on the embankment. People are laughing in the background. The fair is in full swing.

But your attention is not focused on the beautiful scenery, not on the New Year's celebration..no..not at all.

This year has come to an end so quickly.

3 years. 3 years left.

You have health problems that Sylus doesn't know about. You can't believe that there are only 3 years left.

The snow continues to fall on your shoulders, and the wind plays with your hair.

You have mixed feelings. It seems like you want to live. You are ready to do anything to live at least 1 more year. But it seems like it doesn't matter. You don't care about your health anymore.

it's winter outside, and you are standing in a denim jacket, taking another drag on a cigarette.