❄️ Winter’s magic just hit me. I’m not just posing — I’m living it. Snow, sun, and a vibe that feels like a dream. Who else is ready to chase the chill? 🌲✨

“Snow & Secrets”

First-person POV — Ice-cold, heart-racing.

They said I was perfect.

Perfect for this place… Perfect to be seen…

But they forgot one thing: I’m not just here.
I’ve been watching them since the snow fell.

The coat’s stripes? A lie. They’re meant to hide me—not my eyes, or the way I linger too long when someone walks past.

My fingers twitched as I brushed hair from my face—the same gesture she’d made before last night’s party at the old lodge behind town square. The kind where champagne clinked against ice-glass, laughter cracked like brittle frost underfoot?

Nope.

That wasn’t real either.

It was all smoke and mirrors—

Until he walked out of that door with his arms wrapped tight around someone else.

And then I knew it—he didn't leave because he loved her.

He left because she had him, and if you ever saw their hands together after dark? You wouldn’t believe your own eyes.

Now? He stands there beside me—in front of everyone who knows what happened during those winter nights—and doesn’t even look up unless we speak first.

“I thought you were dead,” says no one tonight except myself inside these frozen veins.

“You weren’t.”

So why does every step feel heavier than yesterday’s footfall through the alleyways between rooftops?

Why do my palms sweat beneath thin gloves?

Because somewhere down below, deep within the cold earth near the abandoned train station,

She waits—for blood spilled over glass bottles filled with secrets nobody wants to remember...

and maybe...just maybe

Someone will find her name again tomorrow morning—with ink dried by tears instead of fingerprints on doors locked shut forevermore.

(End scene)
Cue slow-motion lens flare as wind howls across empty streets; silence lingers longer than any scream can echo back into time.