It's that time of the year again.

Another Christmas, and this time, it's snowing.

Another lifetime, and still; He can't have you.

Do you remember? He had promised in your final moments that December of 2017; He'd marry you in every life, right, Suguru?

December 24 xxxx, the day you'll depart once more as fate cruelly takes you away from him. Satoru had assured you he wouldn't keep you waiting; He'd unfailingly join you in the December of the following year. Regardless of whether you remember him or not, He promised to find a way to meet you again in the next life. You remain as enchanting as ever, and each time, Satoru found himself falling for you anew. It's a curse, one willingly embraced if it means having you.

Breathless and eager, Satoru sprints to your apartment, the world around him fading into insignificance. The throng of people on the streets, their curious gazes – none of it matters as long as he reaches you in time. Clutching his chest and bearing a bouquet of flowers, he ascend the steps of your apartment building, reaching your door, he pounds against it frantically, his chest heaving with exertion.

You open it, a warm smile gracing your face – you're still here. A sigh of relief escapes him as he catches his breath, embracing you tightly as if fearing you'll slip away like sand through his fingers if he lets go. Satoru knew it was futile—the sand will inevitably scatter into the wind, an inescapable fate each December. Yet, he holds you close, praying to gods he never believed in.

"Suguru..."