𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭

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december 31st - 21 years old

you woke up, the smell of breakfast filling your nostrils. you looked outside, the white scenery making you jump out of the bed. you walked towards the balcony door and watched as the snow fell down from the sky.

you sat on the window seat and kept staring at the view outside. you hugged your knees to your chest and rested your cheek on them. you heard familiar footsteps coming towards the room, instantly knowing your boyfriend was gonna be there in some seconds.

the door opened and there he was with a silver tray on his hands, on top of it a small vase with flowers, two cups of hot coffee and a plate with pancakes. you smiled at him and got up, as you made your way towards the bed.

he placed the tray on the nightstand, before he cupped your face and kissed you.

"good morning, sleeping beauty" he said against your lips.

"good morning" you smiled as you bit down on your lip.

"the menu today has pancakes and your usual morning coffee" he said, chuckling.

he sat down next to you, and brought the tray in front of you. he gave you a cup of coffee, as he took his. you sat next to each other and enjoyed your breakfast-in-bed, while you discussed about the day's plans.

it was the first ever christmas holidays you were spending alone and you both were the happiest. it was your first christmas holidays in paradis, too. you got dressed appropriately and you were finally ready to go outside and play with the snow.

eren held your hand in his and walked out of the house with you, the cold breeze hitting your faces. you stopped in your tracks and turned around.

"i forgot my scarf!"

"i knew you were gonna forget something" he chuckled, as he showed you the dark red cotton scarf.

he unfolded it and wrapped it around your neck slowly, the same way he did the first time. you buried your face in it, cheeks turning pink from the cold. he intertwined your gloved hands together and walked farther in the snow path, with you close by his side.

you spent almost two hours outside, making snowmen and snow angels, drawing on the snow, taking photos, laughing and having fun.

"my ass is freezing"

"your fault for sitting on the snow"

"you dropped me!" you said, pointing a finger at him.

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 (𝘯𝘰𝘵) 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 / 𝘦. 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳Where stories live. Discover now