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The snow reflected the streetlights’ amber glare as if mocking the contrast between winter’s beauty and her inner chill. Harua’s breath fogged the air as he walked, a mug of spiced tea warming his palms, yet failing to warm his soul. He wasn’t calling. He wouldn’t call. Harua had told himself that long ago that peace could only grow if he kept that boundary firm. Merry Christmas… please don’t call.
But then he saw someone in the crowd. A figure clothed not in festivity but in ease, laughing with friends, bright as ever. A familiar warmth breathed through the cold. And just like that, the memory of him pierced her heart again. Harua took a shaky breath. He was done picking up the pieces of someone who never saw them. Tonight, he had one rule: no calls, no messages, no reopening old wounds. But even as the promise hovered on his lips, the question remained in his heart: Can you really walk away when the world keeps playing your song?