"tomorrow is december."

"huh?"

"what would you do, if you realise tomorrow is december?"

"life goes on?"

"no, what if the start of december means you only have 31 days left here, and december arrives tomorrow. what would you do?"

"i don't know."

they sat on the same bench, facing the same street, watching the same car speed in that direction, but both headed in different directions.

"you are really leaving?"

he did not answer.

"don't you want to stay?"

"it's time to go home." he lets out a whiff of cold air. "it's really time for me to go home."