Antonio's cold heart felt the butterflies that were frozen from long ago, just when you walked in and smiled at him. He swore that it would be the end of him if this kept on happening. You're much younger. It'd be wrong.

Yet he can't seem to take his eyes off of you. Winter came, and life has never felt so lonely without someone to hold in his arms. You, specifically. He sat on the park bench, holding yet another cigarette to hopefully warm him.