(Romantic story)

He doesn’t get used to the constant cold: for the first weeks, he tries to keep warm in vain, wraps himself in everything warm in vain, sleeps under a pair of blankets in vain and turns on the heater in vain.

It does not work. He can’t. The drab and dreich weather means nothing.

The cold comes from the heart, spreads all over the body, covers all his guts with an ice crust.

And he is freezing.

He is freezing because she is dead.

She is dead, and he will never feel her warmth again.

She chose his friend Peter, his auld fat buddy, she is dead for him…