The train whizzes by. You say ‘Let’s go.’ but I don’t. I liked staying in the gray field, it was, well, different. A small breeze blows. I grab my shawl quickly, before it blows away. ‘It’s quite cold now, isn’t it?’ you asked quietly. ‘Yes. I think we should go. Now.’ I reply.
We leave. We go to the cafe for warming up. And for a snack. We sip our hot chocolate or who-knows-what in silence. I sigh. So it really is winter. Snow starts to fall slowly. The snow starts to layer up quickly right before our eyes. ‘It’s snowing’ I say softly. ‘Yes. It is.’ You say smiling.
Later, I had to leave for home. You say ‘Good bye.’ I wave at you. You walk on the icy sidewalk slowly so you won’t slip. You walk to your apartment. When you reach it, you unlock the door and you instantly feel a gush of warmth. You take off your coat and warm up in front of your fireplace. You sit on the leather couch, thinking of what to do.
Near evening, you get ready for dinner. You cook in total silence. Of course, because you are alone in your apartment all by yourself. After cooking you bring the food to the dining table. Just when you eat 3 mouthfuls of food, the doorbell rings.
It was I, giving you a wrapped up Christmas present. You put it underneath your tree. You offer me to come in and eat with you, but I say ‘No thanks I already ate. And I have to give presents to my mom and dad, and other friends and family.’. You say’ Okay. It’s alright.’ Then you see me off, ‘Bye!’
Christmas arrived quickly. I wait for you , because you promised that we would be celebrating Christmas at my apartment. But you never came…
This is a sad love story in Christmas.