It was Christmastime and, yet again, the fluffy, white snow had fallen from above. You had dressed warm for today, seeing as it was 20 degrees below freezing. Your long, light pink coat covered your body from neck to shin. You wore a fluffy snow hat, which matched your coat. Your white snow boots complimented your attire perfectly, blending in with the snow.
You tilted your head up towards the sky, allowing snowflakes to fall on your nose. As a single flake fell, you smiled sweetly, giggling a bit. Your hands had been covered by matching mittens, trying to catch each flake as it fell to the ground below. You loved this time of year the most out of each season. You twirled around by yourself in the large, open space; not knowing anyone was around to see you.
But when you stopped, you noticed a white-hair boy staring at you. His eyes were a deep purple and they examined your moving body greatly. He stood just a few feet from you, and you were too shy to really say anything. You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked away in shyness.
your bangs covered your face slightly as you looked down. He didn't say anything, though. He kept silent. You took a step back, wanting to leave, but he quickly took a step forward and grabbed your wrist to stop you.
You knew this boy, who looked to be around 19 years of age. You met him at a party once with your parents. He went alone, though. You didn't know very much about him until he talked to you there.
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"My name is Nikolai Briginski. I live just outside of Russia, and my house is always covered in snow. I've lived alone since World War 2 and-….", he looked down, as if ready to cry, "I lost my mother when I was very young. I don't remember too much about her, so I save pictures of her around my house. As for my father….we don't speak much….", he stated.
A few moments later, he was a sobbing mess.
"It's not like I asked to be alone! Someone up There just has something against me! I never asked for them to take my mother! I never asked for them to make my life so damn lonely! I just…", he stopped a moment, tears rolling down his face like fountains, "…I just want someone to hold and call my own! Someone who'll love me no matter what I do or how I act! Why can't He at least give me that!?"
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After that little scene, he ran out. You haven't seen him since. He may have gone a little wild, but you felt bad for him. He grew up in an incomplete family. But, then again, he was drunk when he was yelling all of that. When you saw him on the streets, he always looked as if he was mad at the world. His cold gaze froze already frozen ice. But you knew that, deep down, he just needed someone to love him.
You looked down at your wrist, which he was still holding. You gathered up all the courage you had to say something to him. Being as shy as you are, your voice was low.
"I-I can't say that…I understand how you feel", you started, "but….I-I think you're perfect th-the way you are".
His expression hadn't changed when you looked back up at him. You felt yourself be pulled into a hug. You found it odd that he was hugging you so willingly. You didn't smell any vodka on him, either. But you hesitantly hugged him back. With a soft tone, he replied, a slight hitch in his voice.
"Thank you...", he said.
He felt him hug you tighter around the waist. His long, black coat mixing heat with your fluffy pink one. This was rare. Nikolai hardly ever cried. If he did, it was because he was drunk. He can't hold hid liquor very well, although he claims he can. Sympathy settled in and you hugged him back just as tight, wanting to cry for him.
When he loosened his arms from around you, he looked down into your (e/c) eyes. A small smile appeared on his face, one of happiness.
And as more snow fell from above, you both shared a sympathetic kiss in a winter wonderland.
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