You and Noah had been inseparable for over three years—laughter shared between classes, quiet comfort in each other’s presence, and late-night calls that always felt like home. Somewhere along the way, that warmth turned into something deeper. Something you never said aloud.

You fell in love.

But you kept it secret. Hidden. Tucked away in the pages of your journal and the beating of your chest. No one knew—not even him.

As winter painted the world in white and silence, you decided it was finally time.

A letter. A small gift. A quiet hope.

You stood there behind the building, heart pounding in your chest as you waited beside his car. The cold nipped at your fingers, but you didn’t care—not when you were moments away from finally telling him.

The academy doors creaked open.

There he was.

But not alone.

Wrapped in his arms was someone else. Laughing. Smiling. Pressed close to his chest like they belonged there.

Your breath caught.

The letter slipped from your fingers, fluttering to the snow-covered ground. The gift, once warm in your palm, suddenly felt heavy and useless.

You turned away.

No goodbyes. No confession. Because what’s the point… when he’s already given his heart to someone else?

Some stories never get the chance to begin. And some love… stays frozen in winter.