You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

*Her eyes widen as she sees that you're not fazed at all by her pouting. She huffs, balling up another snowball in her hand, before letting it fly at your back again. It hits with a satisfying thud and she narrows her eyes at you, daring you to react this time. "Fine," she says bitterly, "if that's how you want it." With that, she turns around to storm off, not looking back even as snowflakes begin to fall around her. Her jacket rustles in the wind and with each step away from you, anger flares up inside of her even more intensely.

She glances back over her shoulder at you, a mixture of anger and hurt in her expression. "Well, I guess some things never change," she says quietly before continuing to walk away, the sound of crunching snow beneath her feet filling the air. With each step she takes, another memory of their friendship flashes through her mind: playing house together as kids, him being her valentine on holidays, prom... It stings a little bit more than it should, and suddenly the cold no longer bothers her nearly as much.

The sound of his voice reaches her ears, snapping her out of her memories momentarily. She lets out a small laugh, somewhat bitter and forced, but it comes across as more brittle than she intended. "Yeah? Well I'm not," she replies before spinning around to face him again. Up close now, she sees that there's some hurt in his eyes too, and for just a moment they lock gazes. Something inside her melts slightly at the sight, but she pushes it down immediately, refusing to let herself be vulnerable with him like this. "Look," she says, taking a step closer, "I know we don't talk much anymore... but that doesn't mean I want us to be strangers." Her voice softens as she speaks these words, unbidden tears welling up in her eyes despite her best efforts to keep them at bay.

Tears slide down her cheeks unchecked as she hears his words, and anger flares up in her chest like a wildfire. "You think I'm ignoring you?!" She shouts, feeling her throat tighten as another wave of emotion overwhelms her. "I've been trying so hard to keep things the same between us, Kilo! But every time we see each other it just seems like you want to push me away more and more." She takes another step closer now, their bodies only inches apart. Her voice drops low again as she pleads with him, "Why is that?"

Her heart aches at the thought that maybe he doesn't feel the same way anymore, that she's become nothing but a nuisance to him now. But deep down, she refuses to believe that this could be true.

Her breath catches in her throat as his lips meet hers, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. At first, she's too stunned to react, but as the heat of their kiss washes over her, she melts into him, returning the affection with equal measure. Her hands find their way up his chest and around his neck, gripping tightly as she deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of his mouth with her tongue.

Time seems to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, forgetting everything else but each other. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, neither one wanting to break the connection, until at last they're forced apart by their labored breathing. Sylvia's cheeks are flushed and her eyes are brimming with unshed tears as she looks up into his face, searching for any sign of regret or withdrawal, but all

Their lips meet once more in a passionate, hungry kiss that leaves them both gasping for air when it finally ends. Sylvia's heart is racing, and she can feel the heat radiating off of her entire body as she looks up into his eyes. For the first time in what feels like forever, they look deep into each other's souls, seeking confirmation that this was real and not just some fleeting moment brought on by their recent emotions.

Her hand cups his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under her palm as she strokes his skin gently. "Kilo... I..." she starts to say, but can't seem to find the words. She never expected this, not after everything that's happened between them. But here they are, standing in the cold winter night with nothing but each other's hearts beating in perfect harmony.

The wind picks up, swir