She placed the photo frames neatly on the table.
Each one a ghost. A moment she could never go back to.
She opened her diary.
Found the line that said,
"See snow."
And ticked it.
Her last wish.
The rest… they'd remain unticked.
Just like her life— unfinished. Unloved. Unseen.
She closed the diary,
left it on the table with the photos—
a quiet collection of what once was.
And then,
she stepped out of the cabin.
To leave.
To disappear.
To finally stop feeling everything she couldn't bear anymore.
She paused at the door,
looked back one last time.
At the diary. At the photos.
At the dreams that would now be left behind with no one to remember them.
The guilt weighed on her like frost—
biting at her skin, crawling through her bones.
The loneliness wrapped around her chest
like a rope tied too tight.
And the silence…
God, the silence.
It wasn't peaceful.
It screamed.
It echoed in her ears louder than any cry.
All she ever wanted was someone to talk to.
Someone to just listen.
But every time she reached out,
she was met with nothing.
No voice.
No warmth.
Just a ringing tone… and then, click—disconnected.
Now there was no one left to say goodbye to.
Not a single soul who would ask, "Where are you going?"
But more than words,
she wanted something simpler.
Something softer.
Something human.
A hug.
Just one.
One hug.
One warm second of not feeling like she was made of glass.
But no one came.
And so she walked into the snow—
the one thing that finally said yes
when the world kept saying no.