¿ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟ? ✰𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨✮

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Xmas

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A fairly young couple laughed and huddled together as they walked in sync on the snowy sidewalk. They had just finished leaving a jewlery store in town, Alex bought a gift for you. He held the bag in his left, his right arm around your waist to support you and prevent you from slipping on the ice that formed on the cement.

"Your hood keeps fallin' down," he spoke as he used his right hand to pull the fur hood of your white trench coat over your head to prevent snow from falling onto you. Everything you wore today was warm and comfortable, and to match the snow, you went for light colors, shades of white. "You look nice like this," he placed his hand back to its original spot and brushed his lips against your cheek.

It was moments like these he cherished. No cameras taking flicks of him, no chaos in the streets, just you and him; together. The light from all the Christmas decoration, candles, and street lights made you glow like an angel. To him, you already were. Instead of the fluffy hood over your head, he could see a shimmering halo floating above your head and the softest of feathers anyone could imagine. You were the light in his life.

He, on the other hand, was dressed in all black; leather jacket with boots and expensive cologne. His hair was slicked back with one stubborn strand that always managed to dangle in front of his face. It was like Yin and Yang, balancing each other out completely despite differences.

The contrast in colors also made him feel like a dirty man. You, wearing white, captured your innocence; if there was any left in you, but his heart would increase its pace every time you would glance at him with a smile on your face. Even on those times when you'd kiss him out of nowhere, the way his hands would twitch as he held you in place made him feel like a dirty little boy who had no experience in love.

"Back then, I honestly didn't think this would be one of your styles," you smiled as your hand came up to his hair and fixed it, only for that strand to fall in front of his eyes. "Maybe you should grow out your hair. It's been a while since I've seen it fluffy."

"Maybe I should, hm?" He pondered for a moment, taking careful steps as he walked with you on the cobble street. "Could give you something to hold onto-"

"Alex!" You give him a nudge, "Not now!"

"If not now, then when we get home?" He teased as he used his hand to trail somewhere else. "In our room with the lights dimmed low and hearing nothing but the fire crackling as we-"

"Alex," you warned and pinched his lips together.

Unfortunately for him, you placed his hand back to its original spot. He gave you a blank look when you didn't answer, "Please?"

"I'll be thinking about it."

He left it at that and continued walking with you. It was getting colder by the minute with all of the snow that was making piles on the ground and the slow breeze that brought on more snow. It was cold enough to make Alex's nose turn red. He was curious too to see if it affected you.

"Are you cold, love?" He asked, pulling his hand away from your waist and using it to hold your hand. Surprisingly, it was warm.

"I think you're kinda cold," You pulled his hand up with yours and blew hot air on it. Obviously, you knew it wasn't going to do much, but you decided to just play along with it, "Is it working?"

"It is. I feel hot."

"You are hot," you whispered and brought your attention to the lit up shops that were starting to close for the night.