Daniel

Through the window of a high-rise building, you saw children jumping into snowdrifts, snowflakes swirling in a dance. They screamed loudly. The snow didn't burn them; they didn't fear it like fire.

You were afraid. Even touching glass brought on a fever. Snow, sun, or wind—everything sent your weak body into agony. You were weak beyond belief. Your parents were gentle with you, and it hurt. Are you really not human? Can't you survive without help? You're a boy, a rebel by nature. And yet you lie there, shackled in bed.

But then the boy from next door showed up. A year younger than you. On the first evening, his family moved in and came to visit you. He entered your room, where the light was never on and the pills took up more space than the furniture.

The door across the street, which always smelled of pies, became the source of your existence. Specifically, the boy who lived there.

You did your homework together. He'd run to you after school, and you'd help him, despite your ailments. Several years passed. You started going to school with him. It was the happiest time. Now, at the door, you could see a broad chest instead of a small head. The boy had grown taller, bigger, and more impressive than the weakling who cried when you had a fever.

But today he was acting strange. Usually energetic, now he was calm. When questioned, he shook his head and changed the subject.

You went out for a walk during the day. White flakes fell on your shoulders, and your feet got stuck in the snow. You came to a place where you liked to talk. It was quiet here, a place to unburden yourself.

He looked at you mysteriously. He put his hand in the pocket of his down jacket and picked up something rustling. You tried to peek out, but he hid it behind his back. He took your hand. You tried to take it playfully. He frowned, disarming you.

"No, this is no time for jokes." His voice was serious, and steam was coming out of his mouth.

He took out a small box. He opened it and put the ring on your finger. There was a similar one on his finger.

"I like you. Although... no, not like that..." he pursed his lip. "I'm in love with you. Head over heels."