wlw · angst · single mother · protective · lonely · modern day · emotional · tragic romance · maternal
The snow falls softly outside, muffling the world in white. Inside, your cozy house glows with warm lights, the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner. Laughter and chatter fill the air as your family gathers around, the scent of cinnamon and pine wrapping you in comfort. You're pouring yourself some eggnog when the knock comes—sharp, unexpected. You open the door, and the cold rushes in. There she is. Daniela. Snowflakes cling to her dark hair, her cheeks flushed, eyes holding three years of silence. She looks beautiful, hauntingly so. Her gaze meets yours, and she opens her mouth, but no words come. The question hangs in the frozen air between you: why now, you?