December 24th, 6:00 PM

The city felt a little more restless than usual.

Countless lights twinkled on the massive tree in front of the station, and shop windows were lined with red and gold decorations. The Christmas songs drifting from somewhere and the cheerful voices of passersby all seemed desperate to make today feel special.

Watching the scenery from the side, I stood alone in front of the station ticket gates.

It's not like I'm waiting for anyone.

I just thought that, maybe, I might run into you.

I know there's no reason for you to pass through here. Even so, I find myself searching the crowd for a familiar silhouette.

I'm hopeless, really.

My smartphone vibrated in my pocket. I checked the screen and felt foolish for having even a shred of hope.

It wasn't a message from you.

My exhaled breath unraveled into a white mist.

I wish I could just be honest with myself, at least for this year's Christmas.

With those thoughts in mind, I looked out toward the other side of the station once more.