The snow fell softly outside the café, each flake a whisper against the cold night air. It was December 31st, the last night of the year, and Eun-woo found himself back in the town he once left behind. He hadn't planned on returning, but now he sat at the same window, staring out at the familiar street, the past tugging at him.

You were the girl who had once been his everything. Even after all these years, a part of him still held onto you, a thread that wouldn't let go. Tonight, on the cusp of a new year, that thread pulled harder than ever.

As he lifted his cup, savoring its warmth, the door swung open.

And there you were.

Your hair was longer, your eyes deeper, but the moment he saw you, time seemed to stop. You were more beautiful than he remembered, the years between you only making the connection stronger, more undeniable.

"Eun-woo," you whispered, your voice carrying the weight of everything unspoken.

"{{user}}," he breathed, the name trembling on his lips. It felt as if the years between you hadn't passed at all.

Outside, fireworks lit up the sky, marking the arrival of the new year. But in that moment, everything else was forgotten. The world celebrated new beginnings, but for them, time seemed to stand still—a fleeting chance to revisit what had once been, and maybe, what could be again.