Until then...

Thin fingers were icy against the table, circling invisible lines and scribbles on the surface. His breath was hot and concentrated against the top of his lips, as if the snow still fell strong outside.

Instead that-- It wasn't snowing, or cold at all.

For some reason, he could feel. That day in particular, a kind of nostalgia invaded his mind every minute that was distracted. Fai was sure that if closed his eyes right now, would see her. Who? Who was that person? Since dreamed about her last night, he couldn't stop thinking about it for a second. A beautiful woman with hair as blond as his, violets and tired eyes - and yet vibrant. How was that possible? He felt his chest fill with warmth every time remembered about his dream. As if he loved her, even though her face was nothing but a blur in his memory.

And it was that love - One that blended with instinct, which seemed to have always been there. The man could feel-- the sweet smell of her hair, her skin. Her loving gaze. Her delicate touch.

-- His brother's grip.

And for a moment, he remembered. That he never really met his mother, neither of them. That she lived and died for the twins-- And maybe it wasn't her choice, just an ironic prank of fate. He wouldn't know how the woman really was, and what she would tell them. He wouldn't know.

And this way he shook his head, trying to forget about this kind of thoughts again.