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The next morning felt strange.
Reyan was visible only to Aarika.
At the bakery, in shops, on the streets—
people walked right through him as if he didn't exist.
Aarika froze.
"Reyan… you—"
He spoke slowly.
"I think… I'm not fully alive."
Her heart dropped.
"So you're a ghost?"
"Not exactly," he whispered.
"I'm the snow's memory. Your wish gave me form."
Tears filled Aarika's eyes.
"Reyan, I don't want to lose you again…"
He gently cupped her face.
"You won't.
But every miracle has a rule—
it lasts as long as the heart believes."
Her heart shattered.
"You'll leave again?"
Quietly, he said,
"When you stop believing."
Christmas magic was beautiful…
but terrifying too.
Aarika decided she would make this Christmas perfect.
Complete. Magical. Warm.
For Reyan.
For herself.
For their love.
They built snowmen, took long walks, shared hot cocoa.
Reyan never felt cold—
because he was winter.
Aarika laughed, blushed, sometimes grew emotional.
Reyan cherished every moment.
"One night," Aarika said softly,
"being with you feels like you're made of every warm memory I ever had of you."
Reyan whispered,
"Maybe that's exactly what I am."
And the snow around them began to glow.
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