The rush hour crowd cleared out swiftly and the platform was desolate, save a few souls.

In an attempt to brave the cold, Bella stuffed her gloved hands into her leather pockets. Intricate snow flakes had begun to float down casually and smoothly, causing the scene to look thoroughly like a scene from A White Christmas.

That's right. Christmas. A wave of nostalgia overcame Bella as the reminiscence of a certain man shrouded her mind, bringing her back to the time when everything was perfect...

"Forget me not," he spoke, his voice filled with all the seriousness instilled in the depths of his heart. Bella's hands were within his, and he gave her a light squeeze, a small smile adorning his handsome face. "We'll meet here, ten years later." A stray snowflake had landed on one of Edward's eyebrow, and she could not but giggle despite the bleak atmosphere, reaching out to wipe the white puff away. It melted upon contact, and as the water droplet descended onto the snowy plains, they shared a passionate kiss - A deep and memorable one. Their lips moved together in perfect synchronization, repleted with desperation, for they knew not if they would see each other again.

Yes. That was the reason why Bella was at the station today - Patiently awaiting the love of her life - Edward Mason. His father, a successful doctor, had torn them apart, making the decision to send him to a different continent for the past decade.

"I know that he will come," she whispered to herself in assurance. However, as time went by, her heart wavered.

Standing next to a billboard, a man clad in a suit ran his hand through his hair, watching the lady, and a certain object caught the light of the sun as it glistened on his fourth finger.