The snow was heavier than usual that day—
like the sky was mourning quietly.
She had taken that final step into nothingness…
but instead of falling,
she saw someone else do it.
Far off—barely a shadow in the white—
a man collapsed into the snow.
She didn't think.
Didn't question.
Didn't hesitate.
She ran.
By the time she reached him, his lips were blue, his breath shallow.
He wore a fur-lined leather jacket, but it wasn't enough.
He was unconscious.
She panicked.
Tried to wake him.
Nothing.
So she did the impossible—
she carried him back.
All the way through the snow.
All the way home.
Inside the cabin, she wrapped him in every blanket she could find.
Lit a fire from shaky hands and desperate lungs.
Rubbed his hands. Held his face. Whispered, "Please…"
And then—
she looked at him.
Really looked.
That face.
The one that pulled her out of darkness a hundred times before.
The star.
The stranger.
The light.
He was him.. Zeke.
The one who didn't know her name.
But somehow kept her alive.
Now… she had saved him.