On this one hill, at just the right time, the sun rise against the city skyline was incredible. No cars were honking, motorcycles raging. It was just a few rogue crickets up later than all the others and early birds getting their worms, sometimes singing songs. That night, the breeze was light and warm, the snow on the ground was new and pure, the trees seemed to be coated with just the right amount of snow and ice in the most picture perfect way, Mark would have loved it. Collins brought Angel there a week after they met. He had come to this spot many times before, to smoke and to think, but he never showed anyone this spot, never told anyone. Angel awed at the romantic gesture and kissed his stubbly cheek.

"I love you."