the next day the same thing happened, the rhyme of his knocking was gentle, slow, this time she was a lot more comfortable, they kept writing for each other for long hours before his eyes narrowed with sadness "I will come back" he said before running off, and as if the cold was a shard of ice piercing her heart she fell into the ground tears prickling at her eyes as she was consumed once again by her lonliness, again the day after and the day after it they grew closer until...she heard a knock, this time on the door and not the window.
