The first. To meet up at the evergreen during the first. 

One stood waiting, one not knowing a thing. 

Another patient, the other clueless.

How?

The two, the two in two different places. Meeting up at the first birth of winter's children?

Impossible.

The girl on one side, the boy on the other side. A place of no survival for winter's fragile children, a place where they flourish.

Fading.