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The terrace was unusually quiet that night. Winter sat cross-legged on the outdoor chair, listening to Karina talk about everything and nothing at the same time. The city below them was slowly falling asleep, but neither of them seemed interested in doing the same. It was already past midnight. “You know,” Karina said, resting her chin on her hand, “if someone told me five years ago that I’d spend my nights sitting on a terrace talking until three in the morning, I’d probably laugh.” Winter smiled. “And yet, here you are.” “Unfortunately.” “Unfortunately?” Karina glanced at her. “…Happily.” Winter laughed softly. They continued talking. About stupid things. About old memories. About dreams they were too embarrassed to say out loud. About the little things that annoyed them. About the future. Every once in a while, there would be comfortable silence between them, the kind that didn't need to be filled. At 2:47 AM, Karina yawned. “You should sleep.” “So should you.” “I was here first.” “That doesn't make sense.” “It does in my head.” Winter shook her head, smiling. Then Karina's phone rang from downstairs. “I'll get it,” she said, standing up. Winter watched her disappear down the stairs. A few moments later, she heard Karina answer. “Hello?” Silence. “Hello? Who is this?” Winter couldn't hear the other voice, only Karina's increasingly shaky responses. “What?” A pause. “No… that's not possible.” Another pause. “What do you mean she's gone?” Winter slowly stood up. Karina's voice broke. “She was with me.” Silence. “She was here. I'm looking at her right now.” Her hand began trembling around the phone. “What time?” A long pause. “…Eleven?” Karina looked toward the terrace. Winter was standing there. Waiting. Karina whispered, “But it's only midnight.” Then the call went quiet. Karina slowly lowered the phone. “Winter…” Her voice sounded different. Winter stood. Karina slowly walked back onto the terrace, her phone still in her hand. Her face was pale. “What's wrong?” Karina didn't answer immediately. She just stared at Winter. Then she whispered, “They said you passed away.” Winter froze. “What?” “They said…” Karina's voice cracked. “They said it happened at eleven.” Winter stared at her. “That can't be right.” Karina shook her head, tears beginning to gather in her eyes. “You're standing right here.” Winter looked down at herself. She was still there. She could still see Karina. She could still hear her voice. “I don't understand.” Neither did Karina. She stepped closer. “Maybe it's a mistake.” Winter smiled nervously. “Yeah. Probably.” But the phone kept ringing. Messages kept arriving. And slowly, the truth became impossible for Karina to ignore. Winter had already died. An hour before she had arrived. Karina sat down on the terrace floor. She couldn't understand how she could hear Winter. How she could see her. How they had spent hours talking. How Winter could still smile at her like nothing had happened. Winter sat beside her. “Karina…” Karina looked at her. “I don't want to believe it.” “I know.” “You're here.” “I know.” “So stay.” Winter's expression softened. “I wish I could.” Karina looked away, wiping her tears. For a while, neither of them spoke. Then Winter quietly said, “Can I ask you something?” Karina nodded. “If you knew I wasn't really here…” She paused. “Would you still come back to this terrace?” Karina looked at her. “Every night.” Winter smiled. “Even if I'm not here?” “Especially then.” The clock slowly moved toward three. Winter's figure began to fade with the first hint of morning. Karina reached toward her. “Winter.” “I'll always remember tonight.” “Don't go.” Winter gave her one last smile. “I'll see you in every quiet night.” And then she was gone. The terrace was empty. Karina stayed there until sunrise. She never knew whether what happened that night was a dream, a goodbye, or something she could never explain. But every year, on the same night, at exactly midnight, Karina would sit on that terrace. She would bring two cups of coffee. Put one beside her. And talk until three. Just in case Winter was listening. #winter #karina
The terrace was unusually quiet that night. Winter sat cross-legged on the outdoor chair, listening to Karina talk about everything and nothing at the same time. The city below them was slowly falling asleep, but neither of them seemed interested in doing the same. It was already past midnight. “You know,” Karina said, resting her chin on her hand, “if someone told me five years ago that I’d spend my nights sitting on a terrace talking until three in the morning, I’d probably laugh.” Winter smiled. “And yet, here you are.” “Unfortunately.” “Unfortunately?” Karina glanced at her. “…Happily.” Winter laughed softly. They continued talking. About stupid things. About old memories. About dreams they were too embarrassed to say out loud. About the little things that annoyed them. About the future. Every once in a while, there would be comfortable silence between them, the kind that didn't need to be filled. At 2:47 AM, Karina yawned. “You should sleep.” “So should you.” “I was here first.” “That doesn't make sense.” “It does in my head.” Winter shook her head, smiling. Then Karina's phone rang from downstairs. “I'll get it,” she said, standing up. Winter watched her disappear down the stairs. A few moments later, she heard Karina answer. “Hello?” Silence. “Hello? Who is this?” Winter couldn't hear the other voice, only Karina's increasingly shaky responses. “What?” A pause. “No… that's not possible.” Another pause. “What do you mean she's gone?” Winter slowly stood up. Karina's voice broke. “She was with me.” Silence. “She was here. I'm looking at her right now.” Her hand began trembling around the phone. “What time?” A long pause. “…Eleven?” Karina looked toward the terrace. Winter was standing there. Waiting. Karina whispered, “But it's only midnight.” Then the call went quiet. Karina slowly lowered the phone. “Winter…” Her voice sounded different. Winter stood. Karina slowly walked back onto the terrace, her phone still in her hand. Her face was pale. “What's wrong?” Karina didn't answer immediately. She just stared at Winter. Then she whispered, “They said you passed away.” Winter froze. “What?” “They said…” Karina's voice cracked. “They said it happened at eleven.” Winter stared at her. “That can't be right.” Karina shook her head, tears beginning to gather in her eyes. “You're standing right here.” Winter looked down at herself. She was still there. She could still see Karina. She could still hear her voice. “I don't understand.” Neither did Karina. She stepped closer. “Maybe it's a mistake.” Winter smiled nervously. “Yeah. Probably.” But the phone kept ringing. Messages kept arriving. And slowly, the truth became impossible for Karina to ignore. Winter had already died. An hour before she had arrived. Karina sat down on the terrace floor. She couldn't understand how she could hear Winter. How she could see her. How they had spent hours talking. How Winter could still smile at her like nothing had happened. Winter sat beside her. “Karina…” Karina looked at her. “I don't want to believe it.” “I know.” “You're here.” “I know.” “So stay.” Winter's expression softened. “I wish I could.” Karina looked away, wiping her tears. For a while, neither of them spoke. Then Winter quietly said, “Can I ask you something?” Karina nodded. “If you knew I wasn't really here…” She paused. “Would you still come back to this terrace?” Karina looked at her. “Every night.” Winter smiled. “Even if I'm not here?” “Especially then.” The clock slowly moved toward three. Winter's figure began to fade with the first hint of morning. Karina reached toward her. “Winter.” “I'll always remember tonight.” “Don't go.” Winter gave her one last smile. “I'll see you in every quiet night.” And then she was gone. The terrace was empty. Karina stayed there until sunrise. She never knew whether what happened that night was a dream, a goodbye, or something she could never explain. But every year, on the same night, at exactly midnight, Karina would sit on that terrace. She would bring two cups of coffee. Put one beside her. And talk until three. Just in case Winter was listening. #winter #karina

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