Wish Upon A Snowflake [[finished]]

Chapter 18: Wish (Ann & Mela)

Chapter 18: Wish (Ann & Mela)

Ann’s POV

“France.” I whisper as my boyfriend arises before me, not virtually. “Ann.” He mimics me as he always does, however this time, both of our eyes drop low and our hearts don’t feel connected. “This is your boyfriend France?!” Mela exclaims as her eyes swarm with confusion. She puts a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. One thing that bugged me the most was that he lied to me. “France, you told me you haven’t been accommodating yourself with any other females. Why’d you lie?” I tried my best to hold back my impatience as I ask the question. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” He replies confidently.

“So you pity me?”

“No, instead I’m confused around my feelings.”

“But you had no problem travelling so much for a girl you’ve just met?”

“I love her.”

“I thought you’re confused?”

France replies with silence, as his face visibly heats up. “You’re caught up around your lies. You pity me. You pity me completely. You’d think I wouldn’t hold out without your support, without your love!” I exclaim, look up towards the midnight sky that was invaded with stars. This prevented tears to instantly flow down my face and freeze right then. As I pinch the center of my nose to calm down my nerves, I took my time. I felt Mela’s and France’s stares attack me with patience but then I look up and I say it. “You love her? Then be with her.” I say and ignore the fact that my heart twisted and agonized me in pain while I said those words. “Let me prove to you that I can be on my own without your support. That I can be independent.” I didn’t realize it, but this is when non-stop tears started running down my cheeks, however, while I wore a smile. Slowly, I made my way through the snow beneath us with my boots and turned my back on them. “I will be independent.” I mumble my words to them, stick my hands in my pockets and walk off without anyone by my side. Strands of hair got stuck to my wet face as I soon distance myself away from the two. I disperse my silhouette straight into the clash of bright lights everywhere. Maybe, just maybe, I created a new family. By my own decisions, without any support. By my own.

Mela’s POV

I witnessed her turn her back on us. That moment was soon engraved into my mind, and before I could stop her, grab her wrist and hold her close. Apologize and say ‘I’m sorry it’s all my fault’, she’s already blurred into the lights, in the crowds and far, far away from our reach. As I lower my head down to silently observe the snow below us, I realize one factor, that I feel makes me an extreme monster – I don’t really feel any depressing emotion right now, towards the fact that my friend broke up with her boyfriend that apparently I’ve loved. Instead, there is a tiny bit of happiness inside me. I feel horrible the second I feel that happiness. However, all my emotions soon burn down, as I feel strong and warm hands wrap around my chest behind me. His head, rests on top of mine quickly presenting his tall height. I immediately felt France’s breath on my hair as the warmth surged through my body. Reflexively, my hands slowly shoot up and take a grip of his arms. I calmly placed my heads backwards so that it would rest on his chest. “Why say you’re single?” I whisper to him a question, that probably would ruin the whole romantic moment.

“Because I wanted you to notice me.”

“You’ve stalked me then?”

“Everyday.”

“I don’t know if I should be creeped out right now.”

We both give a faint chuckle, as it quickly washes away all our thoughts about the events that occurred right before our eyes. Silence. And then his heartbeat rung in my ears, and mine in his. He looked down upon me as he opened his hazel eyes that shone from all the blinding lights and decorations around us. His arms unlocked and soon directed me to turn around and face him. I had to sort of look upwards to see his face as he was that tall. A strand of his hair curled around his lip, and it bugged me; so my hands carefully and gently brushed it away as he took it as an invitation towards something more that was revolving around us. He lowered himself down, and I didn’t hesitate.

Our lips interlocked with one another as warmth surged through our bodies, and our hearts pumped faster and faster. As we parted away I keep staring into his eyes. “I feel guilty.” I say, finally dropping my eyes low. “I do too,” he says, as his cold fingers raise my chin, “but I partly wished this is how things would turn out.” France buried his face in my shoulder, even though he had to kind of crook down. I replied the hug similarly and freely planted my head on his broad shoulders. On Christmas Eve, miracles happen and wishes are granted right? I can assure you that mine was.