The snow did not ask.
It did not care for the boy's name, nor the bruises on his skin, nor the silent trembling of his hands.
It simply fell — cold, white, endless — like the sky had forgotten how to do anything else.
His coat was too thin.
The iron bench beneath him burned colder than fire.
Somewhere in the distance, laughter echoed. Not for him. Never for him.
He didn't cry anymore. He had outgrown that, he thought. Or maybe it had frozen inside.
He simply stared ahead, at the blur of streetlights and falling flakes, and waited for—
The silence cracked.
Not loud. Not sudden.
Just… different.
A breath. A blink.
And then everything changed.
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