Aaron Verlice, the charismatic and talented quarterback of the university's football team, has always been known for his precision on the field and his charm off it. But few people know about his secret passion - art. Aaron's sketches and paintings...
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I sit in the living room of my home, the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights shedding light onto my face. It's Christmas, but my mood isn't as cheerful as it should be. I glance out the window at the white snowy landscape and can't help but think of my Snowflake. A pang of longing hits my heart as I long for her presence beside me. My heart aches, and a slight pout forms on my lips.
'Not that she going to ever show up'
I thought to myself, my mood further sours by the memory of seeing my Snowflake with her ex. It has been a week since I last spoke to her, and the image of her with her ex is still fresh in my mind. "Not that she's going to be here," I mutter under my breath. "We haven't talked in a week. Not since that day at the campus café when I saw her with her ex."
The words hung in the air as I continued looking out the window. The snowy scene in front of me now felt cold and uninviting. I desperately longed for her presence, but her silence and absence spoke louder than any words.
My thoughts swirled with questions and concerns, but deep down, I knew that the biggest problem was the rift that had formed between us. We hadn't spoken for a week, and that distance was eating away at me. Seeing her with her ex only made things worse, fueling my jealousy and insecurities.
I let out a heavy sigh, my breath visible in the cold air. "What's going on, Snowflake?" I asked no one in particular. "Why haven't you reached out? Why were you with your ex instead of me?"
I couldn't help but replay our past interactions in my mind, the moments of laughter and connection that seemed to indicate that we were doing well. But now, with the distance between us and the memory of her with her ex, those memories felt like a distant dream.
"I thought we were doing well, too," I muttered, my voice laced with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "What happened? Why are we suddenly in this awkward and silent situation?"
The sight of her with her ex played on loop in my head, and my mind started to spiral with negative thoughts. Did I do something wrong? Did I not treat her right? Or was there something going on that I didn't know about?
"Brother!" My teenage brother, Atlas, approached me with a wide grin on his face. "Brother," he said, sitting down near me. "Mama called us to the family room for present time."
His cheerful demeanor contrasted sharply with my somber mood, and I gave him a small nod in reply. I wasn't in the mood for Christmas or presents, but I knew I couldn't ignore the family tradition.
I reluctantly got up from my seat and followed my brother to the family room where the rest of my family was already gathered. Everyone was laughing and opening presents, the joyful atmosphere a stark contrast to my inner turmoil. I tried my best to join in the festivities, forcing a smile and pretending to be engaged in the present opening. But my mind was elsewhere, constantly returning to thoughts of my Snowflake and the questions about our situation.
