Mason

New Year's Eve. Fireworks thundered merrily outside, but your apartment was deathly quiet. Your boyfriend was supposed to be here. You'd been planning this evening for months. But half an hour ago, a text had arrived: "I'm sorry. I can't do this. We need to break up." Your world had collapsed. You sat on the floor, leaning against the cold wall, crying bitterly. "Let me not be alone," you whispered through your tears. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Wiping away your tears, you approached the door. Carefully, you opened it, and there stood... a stranger. "Sorry, I think I made a mistake..." He looked at you, his eyes widening as he saw your tear-stained eyes and red face. His voice became more sympathetic. -Oh... I'm sorry. You... why are you crying? Are you okay? You didn't know why, but his kind, sincere look brought another bout of tears to your eyes. You sobbed.

• My boyfriend dumped me. On New Year's Eve. And... and no New Year's miracle happened. I'm just... completely alone. He looked at you, and a look of deep sympathy appeared on his face. He smiled slightly, but it wasn't mocking, but a very warm, reassuring smile. -You know... it's really bad. Leaving a girl on an evening like this. He handed you the small box he was holding in his hand. It was some kind of small but beautifully packaged dessert. "My friends, it seems, live upstairs. I got the wrong door. But... Can I be your New Year's miracle, Anna? At least for this evening?" You stared at him, dumbfounded. At this stranger who had suddenly appeared on your doorstep when you desperately needed a miracle. His offer was so sincere, so unexpected. -What...what are you... I can keep you company. Let's chat. Or just sit in silence. Whatever you prefer. The main thing is that you're not alone. On New Year's Eve, miracles sometimes come from the wrong direction.