PROLOGUE

Jimin

Winter 33rd season

Marco looked me in the eye and came closer, even closer, hugging me. A tight hug.

At that moment, not holding back the tears, on my left shoulder he was crying. They were tears of joy, of pain, of longing being shed, of emptiness being filled.

For the first time, after so long we had met. We were at a countless distance from each other. For a few minutes that moment succeeded each other, until only the sound of silence could be heard in our minds. My body became paralyzed, tense. My heart began to beat faster, and he could feel it beating. But nothing happened. As he lifted his head, which fit perfectly on my shoulder, breathing slowly, I felt the inhalations close to my ear. I could see the outline of his face, and of course feel the warmth of his body even with all the rain pouring down.

His eyes, even in that dark, had a beautiful point of light near the iris. He then looked at me.

Even with all the cold, his embrace warmed me.

- I can't see him. - I spoke softly, but in thought. Still warm.

- It's still warm. - He answered whispering.

- It's better this way, I don't want you to see me crying.

We fell silent again.

Until one of his hands, which had previously held me in a hug, was close to my face. I could feel the heat radiating from those fingers, moving through my hair.

We looked into each other's eyes. It was then that his lips came closer, just inches away from mine. In the background you could only hear the sounds of the storm breaking the sky, which at that moment seemed to be louder.

For a millisecond that moment was real. There were just the two of us, just us. Alone.