Summer was soon coming to an end, as fall approached the rain would come and go, it was short and sweet. He never missed a day, only that one time towards the end of March. Whenever he showed I would always go. He never told me his name. I found out what it was just before the first snow.

Sanha.

He came on the first snow, and the one after that. The holidays were drawing near, whenever it snowed he was there, just like when it rained in the spring. 

"Sanha... What do you want for Christmas?" 

He thought for a moment before speaking.

"I want it to snow..."

"A white Christmas huh?"

He nodded, his expression the same as when I first saw him.

"Sanha..."

He hummed in response.

"Why... Don't you smile?" 

He shrugged.

"I... I'd rather... Pretend... Then remember..." 

"I don't... Remember what its like to smile, in all honesty I'm fine with it. I don't think I want to remember."