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She shakes her head.

He sighs.

"My father...his accident happened on July 6th, 1950. The day before my tenth birthday."

Her eyes widen. She remains silent, not knowing what to say.

"I've resented the summer ever since. The heat, the carefree nature of it all...I hated it. I wanted the complete opposite. I embraced the cold and ice. But now, with both my parents gone...within just weeks of each other..."

"Y-You hate the winter now too, don't you?" she whispers.

"No."

"No?"

"I don't hate it. And that's thanks to you, Marina. You came in my life during the coldest times. I haven't lived for the past ten years...I've merely existed. But you..."

He pauses and takes a deep breath.

"You lit up my life. I know that's corny as hell, heck, this entire speech is, but it's...it's the truth. You—"

Another pause.

"You're my warmth."

The End

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