November 19th
The next day a frost left the forest bitterly cold.
"Do you want to go on a walk?" Leo asked as I sat at the table drinking hot chocolate.
"Depends which Leo I'm going with..." I muttered. "Old Leo or whoever inhabited you two days ago..."
He was doing the dishes and at my comment he threw the sponge into the sink, splattering soapy water everywhere.
"Let me rephrase that. We are going on a walk," he replied.
"Silly of me to think I had a choice..."
"Enough with the snide comments," he snapped. "Now get your shoes and coat. We're going in five minutes."
As we walked through the forest, I kept my arms folded and refused to hold his hand. The fresh air was nice and if we weren't in a raging fight, I could have enjoyed his company but a tension lodged between us even bitterer than the winter air.
We eventually reached a lake, having exchanged very few words and just stood by it silently.