Snow Night

Bring tissues. You've been warned.

The village of Red Town has one rule about Christmas Eve - you show up. You carry your candle. You sing your carols. You go home.
Kenny has one rule about Nao - you never stop writing. Not after one month of silence. Not after a year. Not after three.
On the night the snow takes everything, two people find each other at a fig tree with a snowman between them and a letter that was never meant to be found the way it was.
This is not a love story about falling.
It is a love story about staying. About names given in cold rooms. About coats placed on snowmen by hands that knew they were running out of time. About a boy who wrote letters nobody answered - and a girl who kept every single one in a tin box under her bed.
Be happy. It's Christmas.
Some words outlast everything.