Winter is here, summer’s swimming trunks marks are fading, and the opportunities to do anything are becoming fewer and fewer. Beside him, I can only hear his breathing.

Winter is here, the summer swim trunks marks are fading, and the opportunities for reckless play are becoming fewer and fewer. Next to him, I could not only hear his breathing, but also the music coming from his headphones and the sound of our two heartbeats. The furthest distance in the world is when I am by your side and you close your eyes.