Last Christmas (Alex Gaskarth)

13 days ago

Days before Christmas: 13 Time: 11:53 AM 

It feels like there's a snowstorm going on outside. She sits alone at the back facing the window to avoid the noise of the people chatting and talking loudly, while she eats the chocolate-dipped doughnut and holding the book in her hand. Krista seems relieved for reading a few pages from last night, and today she could feel she is nearing the end. In a good way, though.  

The woman takes a bite of the doughnut a few minutes and so and drinks the cup of hot chocolate every few seconds.  

"Krista?" 

Krista looks up with an irritated look as she was about to get to the most awaited part of the story, when soon they're staring at each other face-to-face.  

He has not changed a bit. His eyes, his hair, that cheeky dimple he has on his cheek. His clothes and...arms. "Is that you?" His voice has not changed as well. Of course, obviously because he's a singer, but how...how he's here...how he's here just right in front of her. She hasn't seen him for how many months, or years probably. She hasn't even Googled him to find out where they are or where he is or looked at his picture or their picture from all this time. But he still has not changed, even a bit, and how was it even possible? Well, the height probably, but how he's still the same.  

And here he is, looking at her with those same eyes she has been in love with for years.  

No wait, she is crossing the line. She is mov- 

Krista decides to stand and pick up her things- her bag, the doughnuts and chocolate, the book. She looks down at the floor and pushes the chair for the table, avoiding his eyes while muttering 'excuse me's under her breath. Alex blocks her way, but the woman pushes him, and walks out and deciding to leave the shop no matter how much the snow that falls outside. Krista sees the gang at the table near the window and she could absolutely feel their eyes as they look at her, that causes the woman to walk faster and farther away from them. Krista pushes the glass door, causing the snow and cold wind to enter the shop and making her off balance.  

"Krista!" He calls her name again. She walks outside with no hesitation, and stalks away with a paper bag of doughnuts and coffee and a book on her arms, the storm shivering her and pushing her back. She wants to text or call somone so she could be away from here. Now. 

She could now hear the clinging of the chimes from the shop, causing her to pace faster. "Krista, where are you going?!" 

She does not hear him. She does not hear him. She does not hear him.  

"Krista there is a fucking snowstorm and...Krista where are you going?" 

She does not hear him. She does not hear him. She does not hear him. Krista sharply turns to the right and walks away fast. 

"Krista!" 

She decides to run, holding back the tears that want to fall from her eyes and the banging of her heart. The cold rests on her cheeks, solidifying her very stature and causing her to puff multiple breaths. She needs a cab out of here and she needs it this very very instant.  

A hand snakes her elbow, and he pulls her to look at him. His face is red and his breath makes smoke that touches her cheeks, and she does not know how to respond anymore. The snow and wind is freezing, the both of them are standing there in the middle of the storm. "Krista what do you think are you doing? This is a fucking snowstorm!" 

Krista pulls her arm away but Alex's grip grows firmer and firmer. "Do you even realize how this is bad for you?" 

She pulls his fingers away from his grip but no matter how much she does, she will not get them off. This is all his fault. Why is he even doing here? Why is he even here in the middle of New York? If he wasn't here she is supposed to be enjoying her own company of drinking hot chocolate and book she is supposed to finish just now. Why does he even care now? Why does he even bother? Why does he even have to b- 

"Krista would you just look at me!" 

She lifts her eyes and looks up at him. She gives him a hard stare, raising her chin up and back straight even though how much the man grips her elbow and his face near her for a couple of inches. They haven't been this close for so so long. "Where are you going?" 

The woman hears the rush of footsteps nearing and when she looks in front of her, she sees the gang breathing heavily and looking at the both of them. She also sees a taxi coming towards their direction from her periphery. 

"Can you please fucking answer m- 

She pulls his hand away to signal the cab. As the taxi pushes speed to come to their direction, Alex gently holds her wrist. "Where are you going?" 

The taxi decides to stop and the woman then opens the door. She pulls her arm away from his hold and for the first time since how long finally talks to him.  

"Away from you."