brrrrrr! she shivered beside him, the weather

was getting more and more severe.

he chuckled, taking off his jacket and draping

it over her small figure, she was definitely, too

fragile even to take seriously or not.

"why do you get cold so easily?" he questioned,

inserting his hand with hers, she huffed a sigh that

created a mist in the wind.

"akira, it's cold!" she exclaimed, her hand was cold

as well—yet why did he expect it to be so warm?

"haha, even your hand is cold." he teased, she tilted her

head in curiosity.

"what's wrong with it, akira?" she questioned,

her gaze with a pinch of pain, sadness,

the feeling of guilt and confusion swirled in

her face.

she squeezed his hand slightly, "wa-what? no—

i was—" his mouth scrambled for words to reason,

yet there is already a winner to this moment's finish line.

"was her hand warm, akira?"