Snow Illuminates the Coming Year

On the day Emily was buried, her child appeared in my studio in the afternoon.

“Mom said that if she’s gone, I should come find you. You know my mom, right?”

Those clear eyes were exactly like Emily’s and they hurt my eyes to look at.

But just as I was about to coldly push him away, my eyes fell on the small birthmark behind his ear—a red heart, in the exact same spot as my son, born ten years ago and gone after only three days.

A thought so absurd that it made me tremble ran through my mind.

My vision blurred and I gripped the door frame to steady myself.

“W-what’s your name?”