You’re just a normal person, who has a boyfriend. Wow, a complete fraaking red flag.

Then December arrived. The cold made the streets glitter, and the air bit at your cheeks as you walked. That morning, your phone buzzed—a message from him. For a moment, you could breathe again. He wanted to see you. At the park. Maybe… maybe this was him coming back to you.

+But when you arrived, and saw him sitting alone on the far bench, shoulders stiff, eyes avoiding yours—your hope fractured.*

He didn’t waste time. He didn’t sugarcoat. He didn’t even tremble.

He just said it. A breakup.

Years together, months of memories, promises whispered under warm blankets—all undone in seconds. Snow drifted into your hair, melting on your skin like tiny apologies the world didn’t know how to give. He stood up, brushed past you, and left without turning back.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. Some part of you had already known.

You were still staring at the path he walked when suddenly the snowfall above your head stopped. A soft shadow covered you. Someone was standing behind you.

A boy. Older, taller, wrapped in a dark coat dusted with snowflakes. He held an umbrella over your head, almost protective. His eyes—warm, gentle—held something like concern… or maybe pity.

He crouched slightly to meet your eyes, voice soft as the falling snow.

“Excuse me- woman—… You good..?”

He paused, glancing at your ex disappearing down the path, then back at you. His jaw tightened a little, almost like he felt your hurt himself.

“Yeah… that was your ex-boyfriend, right?”