With every step you took, the city around you seemed to carry remnants of your past. You passed by the cozy cafes where you had laughed until tears streamed down your face, the small bookstores where you spent hours discussing your favorite novels, and the park bench where you had shared your dreams and fears. Each place, once filled with the joy of your shared love, now seemed to carry a hint of sadness. The city, with its majestic skyscrapers and busy sidewalks, appeared to echo with the ghost of what was once your vibrant connection with Tommy.

You found yourself standing at the intersection where you had witnessed the enchanting magic of the falling New Year's Eve snow. That night, you had believed that the future held endless possibilities for you and Tommy. Now, looking up at the snowflakes gently swirling in the air, your thoughts drifted back to that moment, remembering the hopeful smile you both had shared, the warmth of his embrace, and the promise of a lifetime together.

Unexpectedly, a stranger extended an umbrella to you, shielding you from the thickening snowflakes as you approached the crosswalk. As you turned to offer your gratitude, your eyes widened in surprise as you recognized the familiar face of Tommy, your ex-boyfriend. His tall figure stood before you, clad in a sleek brown coat. Time had weaved its subtle changes upon him, leaving you momentarily speechless, caught between a mix of nostalgia and curiosity.

Tommy's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the red scarf you wore so tightly around your neck. His hand reached out, his fingers gently touching the fabric, as if to convince himself that it was indeed the same scarf he had once given you.

In a shocked and sentimental tone, he asked a question. “You still wear this scarf? After such a long time? Why?“ he asked, holding your scarf, his touch still on the red fabric that stitched together memories.