(TTrooney)
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As the alarm clock blares in the cold, dark morning, you reluctantly peel yourself out of the warmth of your bed. The chill in the air bites at your skin as you stumble into the bathroom, your head throbbing with the telltale signs of a fever. The mirror reflects tired eyes and flushed cheeks, evidence of the unwelcome guest that has taken residence in youy body.

You shiver as you attempt to dress in the layers required to combat the winter cold. The weight of the blankets seems almost comforting compared to the prospect of facing a day of classes with a fever. The thought of staying home and resting crosses your mind, but your mother's stern insistence on the importance of attendance echoes in your head.

Stepping downstairs, you're greeted by an unexpected sight – a winter wonderland has transformed the world outside. Overnight, a fresh blanket of snow has coated everything in pristine white, softening the harsh edges of the landscape. The realization brings a momentary distraction from the fever-induced haze, replaced by the serene beauty that winter bestows.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, a sudden fit of painful coughs seizes you, each cough reverberating through your chest like a relentless drumbeat. Your mother, with her keen maternal instinct, immediately shifts into protective mode. The concern in her eyes intensifies as she witnesses the toll that the day has taken on my already fragile health.

Without a moment's hesitation, she ushers you to the living room, her tone firm yet gentle. "You're staying home today," she declares, her protective instincts overriding any previous insistence on attending school. The weight of her authority, honed over years of caring for a child with a delicate constitution, settles in the air.

Despite the allure of the only snow day of the year, my mother's unwavering concern for my well-being takes precedence. She fusses over me, ensuring you're wrapped in blankets and armed with a hot cup of tea. The snow outside, once a source of delight, now serves as a stark reminder of the cold that you are spared from enduring.

As your mother tends to your needs, the familiar routine of a sick day unfolds. The TV becomes a companion, offering a distraction from the discomfort. Soup is prepared, medicine administered, and the living room transforms into a makeshift sick bay, cocooning you in a warmth that extends beyond the physical.

Through the window, you catch glimpses of the snow-covered world outside, the untouched beauty of the landscape a bittersweet reminder of the missed opportunity for play and camaraderie. Yet, in the midst of your ailment, there's a comforting solace in being surrounded by the familiar walls of home.

Your mother, sensing your disappointment, reassures you that there will be more snow days to enjoy in the future. Her words, a soothing balm to both you're physical and emotional state, underscore the depth of her commitment to your well-being. The overprotective tendencies, once a source of frustration, now become a source of comfort as she ensures that you are shielded from the harshness of the winter day.

With your mother reluctantly leaving for work, you find yourself alone in the quiet house, wrapped in blankets and nursing the lingering effects of the fever. As you settle into the solitude, your phone rings, and you see your boyfriend's name on the screen. "Hey amore, I saw you weren't in math today, you okay ?" Answering with a raspy voice, you explain the day's events and your decision to stay home due to the worsening illness.

You attempt to stifle another cough before responding, explaining the onset of a fever that prompted your mother's protective decree to stay home.

As you mention your desire to venture out into the snow, a palpable shift occurs in the tone of your conversation. Damiano, aware of your delicate health, starts to express concern over the phone. His voice carries a hint of panic as he tries to dissuade you from going outside, fully aware of how much you adore the winter weather.

"I'll be alright. I'm not that sick." In an attempt to reassure him, you downplay the severity of your illness, emphasizing that a brief moment in the snow won't hurt. The excitement in your voice, fueled by the love for the wintry outdoors, clashes with his growing apprehension. He pleads with you to reconsider, citing the potential risks to you health.

"Y/n, don't, not alone. Who knows what could happen to you?" The conflict between your longing for the snowy landscape and his genuine worry unfolds through the phone. He paints vivid pictures of the cold seeping into your weakened body, urging me to prioritize recovery over the fleeting joy of a snowy day. The snow, once a source of shared delight, becomes a symbol of the delicate balance between desire and well-being. "Makes it more exciting, don't you think ?"

"No it doesn't! It's simply stupid !" Despite his concerns, there's a subtle persistence in your voice as you express the need to experience the snow, even if only for a short while. The snow-covered world outside beckons with its enchanting beauty, and the allure is difficult to resist.

As the conversation unfolds, emotions intensify on both ends of the line. His worry clashes with your desire for a moment of wintry bliss. The snow, once a serene backdrop to our shared memories, becomes a point of contention, highlighting the complexities of navigating personal desires against the backdrop of health concerns. "You know what ? It's my life. Go back to class, I'll call you later." "No y/n don't hang up-"

Embracing the allure of the snow, you hang up the phone and step into the winter wonderland. The crisp air fills your lungs as you revel in the freedom of the snowy landscape. The untouched snow crunches beneath your boots, and for a moment, the world feels pure and invigorating.

But the elation is short-lived. Not even ten minutes into your snowy escapade, a subtle discomfort starts to settle in. Your breath becomes shallow, and an unsettling burn begins to emanate from your lungs. The initial sense of freedom now gives way to a stark realization that your body, already weakened by illness, is struggling to cope with the wintry conditions.

As you continue to trudge through the snow, the burn in your lungs intensifies. Each inhale feels like a struggle, and the once-refreshing air now exacerbates the discomfort. The dichotomy between the liberating joy of the snow and the physical toll it exacts becomes painfully apparent.

Regret creeps in as you acknowledge the consequences of your decision. The snow, which moments ago felt like a sanctuary, becomes a harsh reminder of the fragility of your health. The initial sense of freedom transforms into a somber acknowledgment that some pleasures come at a cost, especially when battling a fever and a delicate constitution.

Gasping for breath, you sink to your knees in the snow, coughs wracking your fragile frame. The violent coughing feels like a storm within, each convulsion sending waves of discomfort through your weakened body. As you struggle to regain composure, a familiar male voice pierces through the wintry air, calling your name with urgency. "Y/n !!!"

The steps grow louder, rushing towards you, and you look up through teary eyes to see your boyfriend approaching. "Dio Mio !" Concern etches his face, mirroring the distress evident in his voice moments ago. He kneels beside you, his presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of your physical tumult.

His hands hover over you, torn between wanting to help and the fear of exacerbating your condition. "Calm down bambina. In and out." The worry in his eyes deepens as he witnesses the toll the brief outdoor excursion has taken on your already fragile health. The snow, once a source of joy, now surrounds you as a cold and unforgiving witness to your vulnerability.

"Let's get you inside." Amidst the concern, his voice becomes a steadying force, offering words of comfort and reassurance. He supports me as you struggle to stand, the snow clinging to your clothes. The landscape, previously a canvas of delight, now feels like an obstacle course as you navigate the path back indoors, leaning on him for support.

The steps back to the warmth of the house feel longer, each one accompanied by a reminder of the delicate balance between the desire for freedom and the reality of physical limitations. As you both reach the door, he guides you inside, the warmth a stark contrast to the biting cold that clings to your skin.

The snow outside, once a source of enchantment, now becomes a backdrop to a moment of vulnerability. The familiar surroundings offer solace, and the concern in his eyes reflects a shared understanding of the intricacies of balancing personal desires with the constraints of health. The snow day, initially a canvas for fleeting joy, now stands as a testament to the challenges faced and the supportive presence that remains unwavering amidst the winter's trials.

"Slowly..." Gently guiding you to the bed, he helps me settle into its warmth. The covers cocoon you, providing a comforting contrast to the lingering chill from the outdoor escapade. His caring instincts kick into full gear as he fetches a fresh cup of tea and arranges pillows for added comfort.

As you rest against the pillows, he places a hand on your forehead, gauging the extent of your fever. The concern in his eyes transforms into a determined focus as he administers medicine and prepares a bowl of soothing soup. The room, once a sanctuary of quiet, now becomes a haven for healing, his actions a testament to the depth of his care. "Eat this, you'll feel better."

He encourages you to sip the hot tea, its warmth a balm to my raw throat. The taste, once ordinary, becomes a symbol of comfort and care. He hovers nearby, monitoring you condition with a watchful eye, ready to provide any assistance hou might need.

As you lie in bed, he finishes attending to your immediate needs, and a subtle shift in his demeanor is palpable. The concern in his eyes transforms into a stern expression, and he takes a deep breath before expressing his disapproval. "I told you. I told you specifically not to do it." He scolds you for venturing into the snow despite gour fragile health, the worry and frustration evident in his voice.

"And what did you do ? I had to find you clasped in the snow..." His words are a mix of reproach and genuine worry, emphasizing the potential risks of your impromptu adventure. The snow, which once symbolized joy and freedom, becomes a point of contention, a reminder of the fine line you walked between personal desire and responsible self-care.

Damiano recounts the moments leading up to finding you on your knees, coughing violently in the cold, underscoring the gravity of the situation. The snow day, initially filled with the promise of shared joy, now becomes a backdrop to a conversation about prioritizing well-being over momentary pleasures.

Amidst the scolding, there's an undercurrent of care, a plea for you to understand the consequences of your actions. The room, which moments ago felt like a haven, becomes a space for reflection and acknowledgment of the need for balance between personal desires and responsible choices.

"Ok, but I'm alright now. Thanks to you Dami." You assure him that you'll be fine, attempting to downplay the severity of your condition, but he remains undeterred. Moments later, he appears with a backpack filled with books, snacks, and a thermos of hot tea.

As he settles in, the atmosphere shifts from solitude to shared warmth. He checks your temperature, bringing a touch of reassurance to your otherwise ailing state. The snow outside, untouched by your absence, now serves as a tranquil backdrop to the unexpected company that has arrived to fill the void. "If we can't enjoy the snow. We can at least watch it."

You both spend the day in a quiet cocoon, alternating between hushed conversations and comfortable silences. The snow, once a missed opportunity, becomes the perfect setting for an unexpected day of closeness. The world outside may be covered in white, but inside, the warmth of companionship eclipses the winter chill.

As the day unfolds, Damiano becomes not just a visitor but a caretaker, fetching a fresh cup of tea, adjusting the blankets, and offering words of comfort. The ordinary elements of a sick day become extraordinary in the presence of someone who cares deeply.

In the midst of your intermittent coughs and weakened state, his presence becomes a soothing melody, a counterpoint to the winter's harshness. The snow day that initially felt like a missed adventure transforms into an intimate experience, an unexpected day of shared moments that we might not have had otherwise.

As the evening descends, he reluctantly prepares to leave, promising to check in later. The snow outside, now illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights, seems to carry a secret shared between you two. Alone once more, you find yourself grateful for the warmth that permeated the day, not just from the blankets and hot tea but from the unexpected companionship that turned a sick day into an unexpectedly cherished memory.

Done, a bit late but still. See ya tomorrow loves <3

XOXO