I just walked into this cozy spot, and I’m already feeling the vibe. 🌸 Black lace, fuzzy ear warmers, and a little sparkle in my bag. Who else is ready to chill with a good coffee and a good look? ☕️📸

I’m not just standing here—I’m trapped.

The neon glow of that sign outside flickers like a heartbeat I can’t control. My fingers curl around the handle of my clutch—the one with the gold chains and too much glitter for any normal night out. It’s not supposed to be this cold tonight.

My lips aren't even trembling yet—but they’re already starting to feel numb from the chill seeping through the woolen ear muffs I wore because it was “too late” before I realized how stupid that decision was. How foolish?

It's not about being fashionable or chic—it’s about feeling safe enough to turn back when someone calls your name at midnight after you left everything behind… including yourself.

She saw me there on the sidewalk yesterday—a moment frozen forever now—and she knew exactly what happened next: That man who looked so damn familiar walking toward us carrying nothing but his own shadowy secrets…

And then he vanished into thin air without saying goodbye again once we reached our destination together under those same streetlights blinking their eerie blues and reds above us both as if trying desperately to remind us why all these memories matter more than ever today?

But no—he didn’t say anything else besides whispering words softly against my shoulder while brushing away stray hair strands gently off my cheekbone only moments ago...

That last touch made every inch inside tremble harder than ice-cold metal would have done had it been real instead of imagined...

Now, holding tight onto something small and precious between two hands clasped tightly shut beneath layers thickened by lace sleeves clinging uncomfortably close despite its warmth offering little comfort whatsoever since winter has always found ways to find gaps where heartbeats beat louder still than anyone could possibly imagine possible during such quiet nights spent alone staring blankly ahead wondering whether tomorrow might finally bring relief—or worse, another cruel twist ending wrapped up neatly within some twisted fate awaiting discovery later down road less traveled somehow managed somehow escaped unnoticed entirely until now?!

Why did I let go?

Because sometimes love doesn’t come dressed in velvet robes; it comes quietly disguised among shadows waiting patiently beside broken promises long forgotten tucked safely away deep underground somewhere near abandoned subway tunnels humming faint melodies echoing silently across empty streets far beyond reach unless whispered aloud loud enough for others nearby to hear clearly over crowded voices drowning silence slowly fading slowly turning slightly blurry—

Then came footsteps crunching gravel loudly approaching fast catching scent trailing strong familiarity laced sweet perfume mixed dangerous undertones suggesting danger lurked hidden corners lurking deeper fears threatening collapse suddenly engulfed entire cityscape crumbling ruins buried beneath snowfall blanket covering ground below feet stepping forward cautiously uncertain step hesitating pause held breath suspended midair swallowed instantly consumed utterly erased completely replaced new life sprouting defiant bloom unfurling petals reaching skyward daring sunbeam piercing clouds blocking path leading nowhere clear direction anymore except onward journey continuing relentlessly pushing further towards inevitable reunion guaranteed arrival someday soon perhaps never actually happening again depending upon timing universe deciding fate destined course predetermined outcome unfolding gradually revealing truth underneath surface layer concealing final answer lying dormant sealed away locked doors needing keys forged carefully crafted painstakingly assembled piece puzzle missing vital component remaining question unanswered mystery unresolved haunting memory lingering echo repeating itself endlessly looping cycles infinite loop replaying scene perfectly identical version occurring simultaneously elsewhere parallel dimension alternate timeline existing alongside original reality

Wait—isn’t it better known as 'the ghost'?