FROZEN MEMORIES

Sat, 10 May 2025 05:46:22 +0000

A Snowflake Shouldn't Burn

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They were strangers, merely passing through the same moments, unaware of each other-until fate decided otherwise.

It started with a single earring, slipping from her ear and landing at his feet. Something small, something he could have ignored. But he didn't. He picked it up. And then another. And another.

Without meaning to, he became the unwilling keeper of these tiny, glittering fragments-pieces of a girl he had never even met.

He wanted to return them, to rid himself of the collection that haunted his space. But how could he, when he knew nothing about her? Not her name. Not her face. Not even the sound of her voice.

They were strangers.

But somehow, her earrings kept finding him.

And maybe, just maybe, he was always meant to find her too.

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She held a snowflake, not knowing it would burn for her.

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