Years had passed, and their lives had parted and changed beyond imagining, but the memory of their time together would never leave his heart.

A dusting of snow covered his outstretched palm. He watched it glitter, perfect, before it blurred and melted away.

Giles would always think of Ethan when he saw snowflakes; there were billions of people in the world, but there could never be another like him.

~end~