"Elliot, what are you thinking about?" She walked toward him and planted a kiss on his cheek, before continuing in a hoarse voice, "It seems like you are unhappy."

Elliot beamed and smiled at the kiss.

"The snow outside reminds me of a lot of things." He turned back to look outside the window. "The snow remains the same but we aren't who we used to be."

"What do you mean?" She scowled as she could not figure out what he was thinking.

"We will grow old someday, but the snow will always look the same," he explained. "I get emotional every year during birthdays and New Year's."

"Hahaha! I'm not your age yet so during birthdays and New Year's, I will only be happy, and I won't think about these kinds of things." She pulled him out of bed and said, "I made breakfast. It doesn't taste that good, though. Do overlook it."

"What did you make?" he asked.

"I fried two eggs and made some pasta." She shrugged. "There aren't any other ingredients at home. The weather is too harsh to get food