Michael opened the door, seeing a silent, smiling Gabriella.
She stood there, in a bright red dress, her auburn hair tied into a graceful bun, her lips Scarlett and curled into a serene smile. Her eyes like emeralds reflecting a fires light.
Michael grew angry. Angry because he didn't understand why she was here. Angry because she was here. Angry because he was sad and angry and happy at the same time. Angry because he still found her so beautiful he could feel the blood rushing in his cheeks at the sight of her.
"What are you doing here?" He said. "Did you get drunk with Alexa? You shouldn't be here. Go home Gabriella."
He began to close the door. He didn't want to see her like this. There was no other reason for her to be here besides drunk regeretfullness. And while he wanted her forgiveness and presence, he didn't want it like this. He began to close the door, but he found his arm weak. He had no will to close the door in her face. She was the strength of a hurricane, and he was the ocean beaten by her winds.
"Come in" he said. "Its late."
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Silent Night
Short StoryMichael gets visited by his ex girlfriend who he ended in bad terms with at an odd time.
