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The snow blanketed the park in something tender. A hush. Dark branches and brittle bushes pierced through the softness with their sharpness. If the cars hadn't been moving on the surrounding streets, it might’ve looked like a black-and-white portrait come to life.
Winter had arrived quietly. The snow had fallen overnight, and I stood at the living room’s enormous window, watching it settle into stillness.
A few months had passed since Asher and I became... us. We were a couple in every sense. If we weren’t having dinner at the penthouse, we were out—movies, restaurants, even formal events that he had to attend.
The constant was Asher. His hand in mine, steady and sure, as if letting go might make me vanish.
But I wouldn’t. Where could I possibly go without the heart he kept host
