So guys .. a little "sniff text" and if you write me at least 3 commis then I'll probably continue ... thank you ... love you ... kikkowoman !!!

She sat next to her best friend and put an arm around him, she shook him lightly.
"Hey, come on this will be again!" she beamed at him. He was so drunk that he could hardly sit properly.
"Saxon?" he just said to her, and she had to smile. He was like always. The bold letters of his ex-girlfriend's name were clearly carved on his arm.
She felt a stab in her heart and quickly pulled down her sleeve. "You're cold ?" she asked worriedly. "Maybe ..." he answered her quietly.
She tied her scarf around his trembling hands. They sat on a cold iron plate in front of the concert hall.
He handed the scarf back to her. "No then you will freeze .." She winced. Had she heard something nice from him? "No .." you could see goose bumps in her deep neckline. Loud music could be heard from inside.They had paid the entrance but she didn't even feel the need to go in and let him sit there.
She looked beside her. He breathed into his hands to warm them.
Now she gave him a worried touch on the back. "Tell me ... are you feeling so bad just because of the alcohol?" she asked him and he looked out of his hands that he dug deep into his face, "Hm ... I haven't seen her in more than 2 hours ... that's not good." I looked at him. Now I told someone who was walking past us to look for her. When he got better.
She would have done anything for him. Now she leaned forward to look him in the face. But he dug it deep into his hands and so she only saw his slightly damp lips peeking out.
She gently brushed the long strands of black hair from his face and brushed his bangs to one side. He didn't look at her and just let it go.
Gently she pulled his hood over his head because his ears and nose were red from the cold.She looked him in his face again, he was so pale.
An icy wind hissed past them and she pulled her long leather coat on. Her short red and black tulle skirt was pushed up by the wind and she was about to tremble.
The boy she had previously appointed to look for "her" now walked slowly towards her, she indicated that he should come a little faster by waving her hand.
Now he trotted a little faster but had finally reached them.
"Looks bad .. She's not coming .." the boy said calmly in our direction.
"Saxon?" he just said, like the rest of the day, and leaned forward a little more.