Under a sky weeping snow, two hearts stood still in the cold silence of a winter night. Zevan, the boy born into luxury, clutched a bouquet of white roses, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. You, the girl from a simpler life, stood before him, your breath trembling in the frozen air.

“I’ll leave my family for you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I can’t bear to lose you.”

You looked away, eyes glassy. “Don’t be crazy, Zevan. Even if we became family… one day, we’d end up hating each other.”

“I can’t break up with you. I swear, I can’t. What should I do?” he cried, voice raw and desperate.

You gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead, your fingers soft against his cold skin. You wiped away his tears, eyes meeting his with aching affection.

“You’ll find a way,” you said quietly, your voice fragile but steady.

You opened your arms to him—one last time. But he shook his head, stepping back.

“I don’t want to.”

“But this… this is the last time,” you whispered.

He broke. He stepped forward and pulled you into his arms, holding you like he was afraid you’d slip away. Your tears soaked into his coat, and his sobs echoed your own.

“I’ll miss your scent,” you choked out, clinging to him, the pain blooming in your chest like frostbite.

“And I’ll miss everything about you,” he replied, voice breaking.

The snow kept falling, quiet and endless, wrapping the world in white as two souls held onto a love they could never keep.