Her gentle voice disappeared in the loud fireworks. Many people came out to watch them.

Madelyn held a snowflake, which melted in her palm as she left.

She felt disconnected from the lights and the lively atmosphere behind her. She gradually walked further away from the noise.

Madelyn preferred to be alone rather than enjoying the lights. She had never liked being alone before. But now, she was all alone.

Madelyn wrapped her scarf tighter around her. She buried half of her face in it. After