Winter, a season where you encounter people you can't forget, even if you try to. Two stories confronting the pent-up feelings in your heart. "Did you hurt your ankle?" There was a look of discomfort on your face. "It's nothing serious." "Show me." "It'll get better in a bit." "I said show me." I pulled your wrist, which was trying not to move, and sat you down on a nearby chair. Then I squatted down and unzipped your boots. You seemed flustered and pulled your feet away. I held your calf with one hand and took off your boots. "...Is it here?" When I grabbed your ankle, you flinched. As I felt around with my hand, I could touch the swollen flesh. "Your foot is so cold." I moved my lips a few times before finally calling your name. After a brief pause, you replied, "Yeah." "Do you want to stay over?"