White Christmas [4]

Evelyn walked through the snow covered streets.

Despite the bustling activity, in her mind, the city had never felt so lonely.

Snowflakes drifted down, settling on her dark-purple hair. The cold bit at her skin, but she barely noticed.

The abandoned building loomed ahead, its structure still standing but lifeless. 

No one came here. That's why she did.

Because there was no one else that would come besides her.

Her steps felt heavy, the silence pressing down on her. 

It was her birthday, but it meant nothing. 

Just another day, another bitter reminder of everything she had lost thus far.

Reaching the door, her fingers brushed the cold handle.

"...."

Her voice faded into the quiet.

It was Incandescent Flames–guild building.

The place she had once considered home.

She soon made it all the way up, taking the flight of stairs.

Each step felt heavy as she recalled the past.