I stare at Deniz in disbelief.
What is he doing here?
His dark, fathomless eyes lock onto mine. We stand frozen under the stark streetlight.
The world fades—the shops, the cold, the memory of Moon—until it's just the two of us. He's still holding my wrist, his skin a brand of warmth against the biting chill.
The air turns so cold my body shivers, just as the first snowflake drifts down.
It lands on Deniz's black hair. Another on his shoulder.
I startle, blinking quickly, and look up.
Deniz looks up, too.
The snow falls. Soft. Silent. A gentle, swirling curtain descending between us.
It's my first time seeing the first snow fall. In my real life, I always tried to stay awake to see how it started, but I always ended up sleeping, waking to a world already covered in white.
I'd missed the quiet beginning, the moment the sky decides to let go.
But this time… I'm seeing it. How it begins. A quiet miracle.
