Jane

You look out the window, and outside, a whirlwind of snowflakes dances in the light of holiday lights. It's New Year's Eve, and the entire city seems shrouded in a magical haze. Jane finds you on a cozy bench in a snowy park. You're wrapped in a scarf, but still shivering slightly from the cold.

• You'll catch a cold.

He smiles and covers your palms with his. Warmth spreads between you like a sparkling New Year's drink.

You're walking down a snowy street, and you laugh when a snowflake lands on your nose. He stops, gently wipes it away with his finger, and freezes—your face is so close, your eyes reflecting the fireworks.

• You know, I made one wish... That this moment would never end.