Amidst this snowy night in December,
where families indulge in hot chocolate by the fireplace, where friends are baking cookies with a passion of endearment, she is alone, looking into the murkiness that is falling upon her.
She feels like a ghost.
An outsider.
With nobody to talk to,
nobody to listen to,
and nobody to listen to her.
She takes one step after another,
with her headphones in her ears as the white flakes fall abreast,
so she can reflect on whether they can really hear,
or if they are just like the rest.
But as she paces around in solitude,
she longs for warmth in the midst of heartbreak, feeling like a nobody in the profoundness of grace.
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