"First time I saw you under the moon, you were cloaked in shadows. The snow falling around us, so pretty."
"I remember."
"We went for drinks."
"I carried you home."
"I waited."
"Sorry."
"You're here now"
"You're dying."
"Remember that Christmas party?"
"Don't change the subject."
"Christmas party.1947. After the war."
"I carried you home. Again."
"We had fun."
"You certainly did."
"It's snowing outside, look."
She smiled "Like the first time we met."
"yeah...I wish I could stay longer ... Time to go."
"No."
"I love you."
"I Love you too."
"Goodnight."
He smiled
She closed his eyes.
