The first snowfall

Maybe she belonged to the weather.
Or maybe... she was made for it.

Bright.

Soft.

Gentle.

Quietly beautiful-

just like the first snowfall.

"Minho..."

"Hm?"

"What do you think about love?"

He laughed softly.

"Love?"

"I don't know... I've never really fallen for someone."

He looked away for a second before continuing-

"Maybe love is complicated for people."
"It takes patience. Effort."

"And honestly?"

"People these days don't really wait anymore."

A pause.

Then quieter-

"If you really love someone..."

"You should make them feel it."

"Not through words."

"But through the little things... the way you stay, care, and choose them even on difficult days."

He didn't know then-

that someday,

he would travel across time for someone he wasn't meant to lose.

Someone who felt like winter.

Someone who disappeared too soon.

Someone waiting quietly beneath the first snowfall.

Inspired by Twinkling Watermelon 🍉