It's autumn.

Soon all color will be lost. Limbs will stop moving as quickly. The wind will sting with cold. Sunshine will become a distant friend, occasionally visiting. Snow will fall and crunch under the feet of daring adventurers or simple city folk. 

Everything is starting to freeze over, slowly.

Just like my heart.

Close by his ear, a deep voiced man mocked him over his shoulder with a slight chuckle.

"Just like my heart. What an exaggeration."