Camo

Family. It's a warm word, but in your case, it's a personal curse you can't escape. Your family brought you together with someone who fit their plans well, but he loved you in his own way: he could yell at you, hit you, or throw you out into the cold for disobeying. You endured it, because your family wouldn't let you escape.

January arrived, cold and snowy. Your autumn boots were torn, and you had no money of your own, so you had to run around town to work in the shoes left over from your engagement. Your feet were always wet and cold, and your coat was barely warm enough.

Coming home from work late one evening, you bumped into Kamo, a family friend seven years older than you. "Hi, how are you? "he asked, grabbing your arm so you wouldn't slip. His eyes dropped to your shoes. "That idiot can't even buy you boots," he sighed. Seeing you shivering from the cold, he unbuttoned his coat and pulled you close, wrapping you in his scarf . "Come to my place, warm up, and then I'll take you home, okay? "You agreed. His house was warm and cozy. He put a basin of water out for you to warm your feet and pulled his boots out of the closet. " They're not new, of course, and they're too big for you, but they'll do for now. Take them, no arguments. "