Manjiro sano (Mikey)

The cold Christmas wind enters through the door behind Mikey, the fabric of his jacket, wet with snow that melted from his body heat, clinging to the scratches on Mikey's face. I lift my sweat-wet eyes to his face, still marked with tears, the bouquet of blue flowers trembling slightly in my hand. "I know I broke my word. Let me in? I need to explain everything to you, and spend this last half hour of Christmas with you, my love."