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One Night (VelvetFrost)

Hello everyone!!! I did a collab with Felixe_e Their work is amazing so, go follow, and check out her books! Give her a vote and a comment while you are there too! (Or I will become the lorax and eat your knees.)

Reds POV Felixe made, I made Ants POV, and 3rd POV we worked on together! This story was quite big so we split it into two parts!

Hope you all had a Happy Holidays!!! And, if you don't celebrate any, I still hope you had a good day!

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And so they just stood there, looking down at the city sparkling of lights

Even the wind knew this wouldn't repeat itself

But that's okay, one night is still one night

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~Reds POV~

During Christmas, Paris is one of the beautifulest places I've lived in. During the year most Parisians ignore you, pass right through you while running to their jobs; the literal stereotype of them being really rude isn't completely false, though some people really try to smile at you in an overfilled metro while their sad eyes communicate the grey pain of this city.

So basically, christmas is like a breath of fresh air here, quite literally in fact, many routes being cut off so pedestrians can pass and those marchés de noël can install themselves minimizes the traffic which in itself curtails the pollution in the air leaving only the smell of cold winter breeze and homemade gingerbread with a tint of gasoline.

On christmas, many of the grey life drained adults seem to find their inner child again; a new sparkle shining deep within their eyes and smiles tugging at their tired faces more often than necessary. Paris on christmas is so colorful, it seems like another city if you live there all your life, all those naive tourists thinking the magic in the air stays even when they leave is pathetic. The reds, greens, whites and every other color hug each of the trees on the large streets, lights shining bright in their branches and leaves. The light poles also receive decoration, usually snowflakes or socks and stars figures made of neon cable reposing on top of them.

Those precious little markets filled with painted wooden stands and people selling you the most useless stuff ever, an honest and warm smile sprained over their faces and on the ones who buy from them, often being children borrowing money from their parents too drunk on the happiness and lights around them to pay attention to their kid's doings. I honestly don't really like kids, neither do i plan on having one of my own; they may be adorable the first years but soon or later you want back your past life without them when you could still study your passions and fall in small young loves that burn your soul with ecstasy. I mean, my sexuality will probably prevent me from those creatures but still; never liked em, never will.

Now Christmas may be a beautiful cover of paint Paris uses each year to attract some, it's still lonely when your family isn't around. When I first arrived here, I was really hoping for a new beginning, dropping out of college due to immense pressure and stress caused by everyone around including me, my own brothers and parents. They are supportive of course but I've never been the type of person who likes affection, I've always preferred working on my part of a project without anyone else or staying in my own corner when mom invited people over. Not diagnosed with anything, just a lonely kid who wants to be lonely and appreciates that loneliness.