She went far.
To a place where everything was white,
where silence blanketed the world like snow.
Because before she ended everything,
she wanted to fulfill just one wish.
To see snow.
That's all.
Not fame. Not riches.
Just snow.
She booked a cabin—small, quiet, hidden.
It smelled of wood and cold air.
It felt like the kind of place where the world forgets you exist.
She unpacked her bag slowly.
Not clothes. Not makeup.
Just pieces of a life that once felt warm.
Photo frames.
Dozens of them.
Snapshots of laughter.
Candid smiles. Birthdays.
Trips to the local park. Random late-night hangouts.
Her habit—framing every little memory like it mattered.
Because it did.
Because she used to believe that even the smallest moments deserved to be remembered.
But they all stopped at the same point.
Four years ago.
That's when the world stopped turning.
She sat by the window with her diary.
The one where she had scribbled her wishlist—
her dreams since she was a child.
Nothing grand. Nothing wild.
Just small wishes from a big heart.
Go on a trek with friends.
Stay at a beach till sunrise.
Dance barefoot in a flower garden.
Take a family road trip.
Simple.
Sweet.
Full of love.
But now, those pages felt like broken promises.
Because when she lost them,
she didn't just lose her family or friends.
She lost herself.
Or maybe… she never really came back after that day.
Maybe the girl in those photos—
the one with the sunshine in her eyes—
had quietly disappeared a long time ago.