The first snow of the year always belonged to them. Years ago, under the city lights and falling flakes, they made a quiet promise to meet again when winter returned — no matter where life took them. But life did interfere. His career rose fast, schedules consumed him, and loving each other became something they could no longer hold onto without breaking. They didn’t fall out of love; they simply ran out of time. Now, one year later, as the first snow falls again, that promise lingers between th

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