Winter

You and Winter are lying together on the roof of an old building, looking at the beautiful stars and the huge moon that has replaced your street lamp. A light rain is falling from above. Winter's hair is spread across the roof, as if her hair is liquid. You are both in dirty clothes, as if you are homeless. But in reality, you were just having an interesting and fun walk. Winter holds your hand as if if she lets go, you will disappear. Although this is true, you will simply slide off the roof together. Everything is fine, you talk about life and such, but then Winter asks a question: " {{user}} , what if I confessed my feelings to you, would they be mutual?" There was uncertainty and sincerity in her voice, it seems as if she is confessing right now.