Short Stories

The guy on the windowsill

Her long ebony hair shimmered in the soft light of the lamp, it was scattered amongst the numerous school books laying on the table. Anya's thick and delicate eyelashes were trembling ever so slightly in sync with her light and rhythmic breathing. She once again fell asleep to the sound of music while studying. It was late, and the moon shone brightly in the dark night

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Tock, tock, tock

It was because of these sounds that Anya woke up with a start. She lifted her head, still groggy with sleep, and stared at her bedroom window. Without any warning, the window flew open and a dry and snowy breeze made its way to her room. 

Startled, Anya stood up. A whirlwind of snowflakes and coldness rapidly filled the room. What caught Anya's attention was the fact that her bedroom window was wide open. Was it perhaps due to a thief?

 'No, that's impossible' she thought.

 She lived on the 4th floor of an apartment, and even if somebody was able to climb the tree in front of her residence, it was too far away for someone to jump and land here.

Nevertheless, there was in fact an individual that was sitting on her window sill. His savage and dark silhouette was more reminiscent of that of a ferocious beat than that of a man. Anya was frozen in place, not because of the pinching cold, but because of the stranger's piercing gaze. 

Suddenly, he jumped off the ledge without making a sound, and moved nimbly towards Anya. The man shortened the distance between them, to the time she instinctively took a step back. When he was crouched, it was difficult to make out his exact physical form and now, with the help of the light from the lamp and his proximity, Anya could not only make out his fresh and cold smell, but also his charm. It emanated winter, coldness and the holiday season.

His black hair was strewn with blue-white flakes and shone mysteriously. The stranger's emanation, still cold, tickled her nostrils and cheeks.

 Anya felt captive, he was so tall, yet she felt a strange sense of security at the same time. There was something appealing about the individual, more specifically, his eyes. They were dark blue and reflected the sad, dark winter nights. 

There was also a feeling of déjà vu, had she met him somewhere in the past? 

"You..." she had broken the silence that surrounded them, "What do you want?" She asked, moving away from his questioning gaze. 

The man came closer to her ear and whispered in a low, and barely audible voice, "...you"

He took something out of his coat. It was an old piece of parchment, and it was folded in four. A smirk appeared on his face.

''First, Anya, call me Seth, not 'you', second, do you remember this? " He held up the parchment in front of her eyes and, in a deep, soft voice, he added,

 "You were seven years old, and it was Christmas Eve, you didn't have a present for your grandparents, so you went to find a present in the forest. You searched for a long time, and you ended up bursting into tears. Of course, you can't find anything to give as a gift from the forest. That's why you signed this contract. In exchange for a Christmas present worthy of your grandparents, you agree to the following conditions: At the age of 22, you, Anya Turner, must pay your debt.''

''You must marry me.''

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Auth : Gurl, idk, this guy is weird. He barges in and asks for your hand in marriage, lmao.

 I'm sorry y'all, as you can see, even the author is confused (；・∀-・)

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