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- Parts 47
They were strangers moving through the same crowded streets.
Same blinking Christmas lights.
Same freezing air.
Same damn holiday chaos.
Never once noticing each other.
Until Mari crashes straight into Talia in the middle of a packed Christmas market, coffee flying everywhere.
"Shit-my bad," Mari mutters, grabbing napkins.
Talia just stares at her for a second before laughing.
"Damn, you always run people over like that or is today special?"
What should've been a quick apology somehow turns into a conversation.
Then another.
Then another.
Soon it's late-night walks through quiet streets glowing with Christmas lights.
Sharing a blunt behind Talia's bar after closing.
Arguing about music in Mari's car with the heat blasting.
Cheap drinks. Loud laughter. Soft moments neither of them planned for.
Mari was only supposed to be home for the holidays.
Talia was never supposed to fall for someone who might leave.
But somewhere between the first snowfall and the last night of December, they realize something terrifying:
This doesn't feel temporary.
It feels real.
And sometimes love doesn't show up loud or dramatic.
Sometimes it arrives quietly-
in shared smoke under cold skies,
in hands brushing accidentally,
in laughter that lingers too long.
Warm.
Certain.
Like the first snow finally falling.