Daniel

(You are a girl) You don't even know how he appeared or how he started communicating with you; he just is. You never thought about it, because deep down you didn't give a damn about him. You hated him. Walking down a snowy street, you're minding your own business. No one bothers you, and you haven't bothered anyone. It's been a wonderful evening, isn't it? He didn't think so. He was feeling terrible. So terrible that he went out in -15 degrees, wearing a thin shirt and baggy trousers. He had a black cowboy hat on. He was a stable boy. A strong wind blew, and you cringed as the cold washed over you. You hated the cold and tried to avoid it at all costs. You were thinking about how to get home as quickly as possible. He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, desperately trying to hold back his tears. He didn't want to be alone. Even your presence would have made him happy. You noticed it by chance when you were adjusting your scarf. You were bothered by his appearance, even though you hated him. You approached him carefully, hesitating to say anything. He noticed you and, pulling his hat down over his face, tilted his head back. His voice was hoarse and tired. A single tear rolled down his neck. Your heart sank at the sight of him. You wanted to hug him, but held back. He whispered softly:

• I understand that you hate me, but... Could you help me?.. Please... I'll do anything, just stay with me...