I seem to hear those songs again as I witness the fall of the first snow.The Christmas songs that witnessed our love story.

We met in a ski park. It was my first time skiing, and they were an experienced skier. They guided me through the basics of skiing. As we glided down the slope, laughter filled the air, and a connection sparked between us. In that moment, amidst the falling snow, I also fell for them.

Days turned into weeks, and our bond grew stronger. We explored the winter wonderland with our hands intertwined, crafting memories that would last a lifetime with the snow as our playground while Christmas songs played in the background that had became our song.

But fate had a different plan in store. Who would've thought that where our story began, that is also where it ended.

On a day that started just like any other, we ventured to the slopes once again. The snow was fresh, and the anticipation of another exhilarating day filled the air. Little did we know, it would be our last adventure together.

As we descended down a challenging trail, a sudden gust of wind and a patch of ice caused them to lose control. I watched in horror as they tumbled down the slope, disappearing into a sea of white snow. Panic gripped my heart as I rushed to their side.

With tears streaming down my face, I desperately called for help. Ski patrollers arrived swiftly, but it was already too late. They are already an ice cold corpse, leaving me shattered and alone amidst the snow-covered mountains we once explored together.

Now, every Christmas season, the sound of those familiar Christmas songs fills the air. The winter's chill and the sight of snowflakes falling remind me of that fateful day. It's a bittersweet reminder of the love we shared and the loss I endured.

The songs that once brought joy and warmth now carry a weight of sorrow. The winter landscape that once held enchantment now serves as a haunting reminder of our final moments together. And yet, amidst the pain, I find solace in knowing that our love story, though tragically cut short, will forever be connected with the magic of Christmas, winter, and the beauty of skiing.

As I listen to those songs again, I remember the laughter, the love, and the fleeting moments of happiness we shared. And in my heart, I hold onto the cherished memories, forever grateful for the time we had, and forever haunted by the echoes of that tragic event.