On a snowy night, there is a couple who hesitates to talk to each other.
"I'm sorry, Fuuka, It's just, we're not meant to be together" the boy said
"I understand." Fuuka, the girl, held her head high as she tried to smile, at the same time, to hide her tears "It is for the best...right?"
They both shared an awkward smile, before Fuuka ran off.
*huff huff* *pant* after some running, Fuuka found herself infront of a bench. She sat. what a nice night, if it is with- she shook her head no, it's not like I will die without him
Even though Fuuka convinces herself not to cry, tears still flow stupid tears
"here" Fuuka looked up to see an attractive Blue haired teen offering her a handkerchief.
"thank you" are the only words she can say as she wiped off her tears.
"Mind me to seat here?" the Blue teen asked
Fuuka smiled at the boy as she shook her head "such a beautiful night..." she said
"Not as beautiful as you" he replied, showing a charming smile
"You're a great sweet talker" Fuuka chuckled
"No I am not."
"Yes you are."
"By the way, My name is Minato, what's your's?" Minato, the Blue-haired teen asked
"Fuuka"
"What a nice name." Minato looked at his watch and said "I think we will meet again sometime, See you then, my snow" he winked and left
Fuuka stared at Minato's back dumbfounded, and blushing...