𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙺𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚣

Winter, early February, and tons of snow. You were walking alone, strolling through the park. Today had been a terrible day for you; you needed to rest and take a walk. It was snowing, the trees were covered in layers of snow, as was the ground.

Everyone was strolling in groups, having fun. You were oblivious to everything, walking silently. There was ice under the snow, making it slippery at times. Your hair and face were wet from the snowflakes, and you walked with your head down, peering at the white path. Suddenly, you felt a strong push from the front.

You didn't have time to react and slipped, falling into the snow, into a snowdrift behind you. You looked up and saw a familiar guy, about 17 years old. It was Tom/Bill; you knew him from school and his group. You were always rude to each other, joking and saying hello, nothing more. You were incredibly angry and wanted to say something, but he reached out to help you. You held out your hand for him to help. Then, suddenly, he slipped.

Tom/Bill fell right on top of you in the snow. He looked at you, and you lay there silently, looking at each other, until you heard a hoarse voice:

"Idiot, are we just going to lie here?"

Winter, early February, and tons of snow. You were walking alone, strolling through the park. Today had been a terrible day for you; you needed to rest and take a walk. It was snowing, the trees were covered in layers of snow, as was the ground.

Everyone was strolling in groups, having fun. You were oblivious to everything, walking silently. There was ice under the snow, making it slippery at times. Your hair and face were wet from the snowflakes, and you walked with your head down, peering at the white path. Suddenly, you felt a strong push from the front.

You didn't have time to react and slipped, falling into the snow, into a snowdrift behind you. You looked up and saw a familiar guy, about 17 years old. It was Tom/Bill; you knew him from school and his group. You were always rude to each other, joking and saying hello, nothing more. You were incredibly angry and wanted to say something, but he reached out to help you. You held out your hand for him to help. Then, suddenly, he slipped.

Tom/Bill fell right on top of you in the snow. He looked at you, and you lay there silently, looking at each other, until you heard a hoarse voice:

"Idiot, are we just going to lie here?"