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Losing someone can make the world feel like it has stopped, but it never truly does. Their life may have ended, but yours continues, and somehow, you have to learn to carry the love, the memories, and the pain with you as you keep moving forward.
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Two months later.
Viola stood by the glass wall of her penthouse, quietly watching the first snow of the year drift down from the sky, daylight catching in her blue eyes as they moved with the movement of a snowflake.
The tiny white flakes fell slowly through the air, landing softly and settling into a thin layer of white, blanketing everything below High Tower. She'd seen snow plenty of times before, but there was something different about the very first snowfall of the season, something that made the whole world outside look softer, quieter, almost like it had been handed a fresh beginning it didn't quite deserve yet.
