One winter, it snowed heavily, and he walked her home.
He went ahead, leaving a trail of footprints for her to follow, saying that way her shoes wouldn’t get wet.
Looking at his broad shoulders, she thought how nice it would be if they could keep walking like this forever.
He had said “See you tomorrow” to her so many times.
But his tomorrows had nothing to do with her anymore.
Theme: Being someone's favorite.
