12/31/2025
On New Year’s Eve, Evan sat alone on a snowy bench downtown, pockets empty, spirit colder than the night. Once he had plans, dreams, and a bright life—now only streetlights kept him company.
As fireworks tested the sky, a woman in a white coat approached, gentle like a falling snowflake—Mira, with eyes full of warmth instead of pity. She handed him a cup of hot cocoa and sat beside him without hesitation.
She smiled softly.
“Everyone deserves a beginning,” she said.
They walked through the city lights together, talking like old friends, laughing like he had not in years. When midnight rang, Mira took his hand, and for the first time in forever, Evan stood tall again.
She wasn’t an angel with wings—
but on that New Year’s night, she saved him like one.
