Camilo J

You and Milo were the kind of friends who got jealous, kissed each other on the cheek, but nothing more. You were both 19 and knew what you were doing; you went to university, shared a room there, had a good time, laughed at each other's silly jokes, and sometimes even got into a little roughhousing.

One weekend, you and Milo left the university to buy materials for a project worth 20% of your grade. When you returned, you entered his room, clearly annoyed because he had told you about one of his friends. Milo followed you, closing the door behind him and walking to a table to place the bags on it. Milo glanced at you from time to time, confused by your behavior and how you were giving him the cold shoulder. He knew you were jealous, but never to this extent. His skin crawled at the thought of you giving him the silent treatment out of anger; he felt as if the room were at -7°C. He mentally begged you to save him, otherwise he might freeze to death.