“It’s going to be cold.” - Convey
I giggled underneath my breath. He never has been one for words. Putting aside the note, and with the feeling of anticipation rising in my chest like wind, I swiftly tore apart the festive wrappings of the gift that laid stationary upon my dresser. With a deep breath, the lid was removed, and in utter disbelief I gawked at the contents within.
“How did he get his hands on this…”
Inside was a snowflake coat, with hues that resembled a forest after a winter’s waltz. It must’ve costed a fortune to obtain, let alone difficult finding another seller with the according dyes. A lump formed in my throat. He wasn’t rich, that was for certain, and nor was I.
Meticulously, but with haste, I extracted the article of clothing from the box, and spread it over the surface of my bed, where the light emitting in-between the slits of the curtains shone, making it shimmer. A shiver ruptured through me, as my pajamas from the night before dropped to the floor. Finally, unable to contain my excitement, I equipped the coat in a gingerly manner; its fabric gracing my skin in a never-ending hug as it fell over me like a soothing blanket.
“It fits perfectly,” My laughter echoing softly, while tears began to stream down my face in delicate rivulets.
I’m stupid for not buying him anything.
Suddenly, a knocking was heard at my door, zoning me back into reality.
“Karezi, are you ready?”
“Convey,” I whispered.
Smiling and stifling my sobs as best as possible, I yelled at the top of my lungs,
“Coming!”
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I’ve never been one to celebrate Christmas, despite the festive atmosphere. Having to partake in part-time jobs, and immersing oneself in the troubles of others daily is sure to limit many horizons. Yet, here I was in the back of a flying food truck, gazing out into an elegant powdery wonderland, all the while listening to holiday tunes on the radio. I turned my attention to the driver. I’ve never experienced anything of the like prior to his arrival. Simultaneously, he peered at me over his shoulders.
“You do know you’re allowed to eat anything this time around.”
Feeling my face turn bright red as my stomach growled audibly, I sighed,
“Okay, you got me.”
It wasn’t long before my hands found themselves wrapped around a piping bowl of spicy oden soup.
“I guess I feel irrelevant,” Now muttering, “You’ve done so much for me ever since we met, and... how can I repay you?”
His eyes widened. A silence was brimming in the air, until a chuckle escaped from underneath his lips.
“Stay with me.”
Noticing what he expressed, he ruffled his hair awkwardly. I couldn't help but grin.
“Sounds like an easy task then.”
Climbing over to his seat, I plopped myself right beside him.
“Thanks for showing me this world.”
My head fell onto his lap, and together, we disappeared into the fog.
