Perched atop the mountain, Nathan sat patiently, his mind consumed by worry for his best friend. He couldn't help but envision the dangers Vincent might have encountered, fearing that his friend was now injured and in need of assistance.
"I must become stronger so that I can support him. I'm certain he's facing someone really powerful enemies" Nathan murmured, his thoughts spilling out into the open air.
Unbeknownst to him, Vincent had already returned and now stood just behind him. Oblivious to his friend's presence, Nathan continued staring into the horizon, lost in his own thoughts.
Vincent, however, felt a tinge of frustration. Why did everyone always assume he had faced insurmountable hardships? While it was true that he had his fair share of trials, the reality was far from the exaggerated tales they imagined. He contemplated burying himself once again in the snow, hoping to escape the assumptions that clouded his friend perceptions of him.