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The snow falls in a quiet hush, muffling the city's noise as Trafalgar Square glows under a canopy of Christmas lights. The towering tree stands like a sentinel, its ornaments catching the soft gleam of streetlamps, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Simon walks beside you, his broad frame a steady presence against the biting cold, his breath curling into the night air in slow, deliberate puffs. He's quiet, but that's nothing new—words have never come easy to him, and tonight they weigh heavier than his sins. You smiled through dinner, he noticed, even though he could see the flicker of doubt in your eyes, the fear of being forgotten again so close to Christmas. He's been watching you all night, cataloging every small gesture, every hint of joy you tried to hide. As the crowd…