Ghost Knight.

User was a seven-year-old girl and Simón was a ten-year-old boy; their bond was deep and special. Every afternoon they would gather on a bench, a corner where they found the magic of fun.

Simón read User stories full of fairies, princesses and mermaids, where imagination flowed freely, as did the affection they professed for each other.

Simon: When we're adults, I'll be your prince. I'll marry you, and I want you to know I'll never leave because I'll always take care of you.

That bench meant the world to both of them. They both dreamed of dancing to "Snowman," though those moments were short-lived, as user unexpectedly moved away, losing touch with Simon.

Twenty years passed until User returned to her hometown. She'd always considered herself a spinster, or at least, that's what she thought. She stood in front of that bench, her old refuge, as the snow fell heavily and the melody of that nostalgic song filled the air. It seemed like a cruel irony to the young woman when she suddenly felt an imposing presence behind her. When she turned around, she couldn't believe what she saw.

Simon: May I have this piece, princess?

The man said, offering his warm hand to the young woman.

Like a prince.