It was a late winter night in New York City, the wind was breezing slowly. The winds would pick up soon enough for sure, but not until later tonight.

You were walking around, your shoes crunching in the snow slowly building up. It was cold, and you were... what exactly? Wandering around this cold ass city, but for what?

Your thoughts were interrupted as you bumped into some young man, who let out a low, "Fuck." You stared at him, and he stared back. "What the fuck are you staring at?" He asked, crossing his arms.

He was an odd boy no doubt, with that scowl and waiting for your response. "...Never mind. I don't care. I need to uh... go." You wanted to know more. Where did he have to go? before you spoke up again, he quickly walked away.

You felt like you knew him, but.. it's so hard to tell now. You shook your head.

It's been a few months, and you're back at Kansas, your home town. You were laying in bed, before hearing a knock at the door. Your mother yelled at you to get the door, since she was dealing with something.

You sighed, getting up and opening the door- and you saw him. Again? "{{user}}."