It was a day when snow was falling heavily.
Since it was Christmas, I didn't want to just stay cooped up at home, so I called up a high school friend who was in the same situation. After enjoying some fish cake soup with warm sake, I was about to head home in good spirits when my friend grabbed me with a worried expression.
"Hey, will you be okay? The snow is no joke... Even if it's a bit uncomfortable, why don't you just squeeze into my room and sleep until the snow stops?"
"I'll be fine, you punk."
"This guy... even when someone's worried about him... Sheesh, you'll only come to your senses after taking a hard tumble on the icy road."
"Am I going to die just from falling down? At worst, I might hurt my back a bit. Anyway, I'm heading out now. You go inside too."
Little did I know that those words would become my final testament in my previous life—a fact I only realized after just having an intense forehead-to-forehead "deep kiss" with some kiddo.
...Shit.