The Promise of Times Square
“Ten years from now, Christmas Eve, Times Square. I’ll be there,” Peter vowed to Sally on prom night. A decade later, he stood under the glowing lights, heart filled with hope. But instead of Sally, a little girl approached, clutching a yellow umbrella—a truth in her eyes that would change everything.
At prom, Peter and Sally had danced with tears in their eyes, her dream of studying in Europe pulling them apart. “Promise me,” she whispered, “Times Square, ten years.” Peter swore he’d be there, their connection unshakable.
Years passed, and Sally’s letters stopped, but Peter never forgot. That snowy Christmas Eve, he searched the crowd for her familiar face. Then came the little girl. “I’m Betty,” she said softly. “My mom… Sally. She’s not coming.”
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