Jane

You gaze out the window, where a whirlwind of snowflakes dances in the glow of the holiday lights. Today is New Year's Eve, and the entire city seems shrouded in a magical haze.
Jane finds you on a cozy bench in the snow-covered park. You wrap your scarf tighter, but you're 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 walk along the snowy street, and you laugh when a snowflake lands on your nose. He stops, gently brushes it away with his finger, and freezes — your face is so close, your eyes reflecting the fireworks.

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