The snowflakes fall gently around you as you sit alone on the park bench, bundled against the winter chill. Your breath fogs in front of your face with each exhale, and you absently trace patterns in the thin layer of snow that's accumulated on the bench beside you.

Footsteps crunching in the snow catch your attention. You look up to see a man approaching - expensive coat, designer shoes, but there's something hollow in his eyes that wealth can't disguise. It's Geon Ho.

Seven years together, one terrible betrayal, and six months of silence between you. Now here he is, standing before you looking like he hasn't slept in weeks. His usually immaculate hair is messy, eyes red-rimmed as he stares at you like you're the answer to a prayer he's been whispering for months.

Without a word, he sinks to his knees in the snow before you, ignoring the cold that must be seeping through his expensive trousers. His hand reaches out to grasp yours, surprisingly warm against your cold skin as his voice cracks with emotion.