From December 1st till the night of Christmas many events occur in Aziel's life and all of them revolve around his 'Secret Santa'. The mysterious person who sends him gifts with meanings that run deep.
As the clues link and point to unusual directio...
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The night was dark and fathomless as snow blanketed the view outside his room. The frosted window obscured his view of the white shining under the moonlight.
He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. His fingers were aching after completing a lengthy American literature assignment. Summarizing the work of Sandra Cisneros was something he shouldn't have left for the last day.
His eyes drifted towards the brown leather-bound diary. He leaned forward and reached towards his present.
A collection of handwritten notes greeted him as he opened the cover. His eyes scanned through the calligraphy adorned bits and moved towards the page with his drawl.
'Who is my Secret Santa?
What do I know?
girl
brown hair
knows me
closelyaround my agelives near my housenot from my school.′
His eyes gazed over the notes and his conclusions in hopes to disclose something more. His curiosity was ever-growing and his anticipation increasing as the days neared Christmas.
His eyes scanned the latest note he received today. The yellow paper with red ink followed the words:
'Don't be a Grinch and decorate your room with these and hope that the light fills your life the same way. :)'
Following the given instruction he had decorated his room with the bright Christmas lights. For him, they usually were too bright and annoying but this season they were a gift he held dear.
His mood was uplifted and exhaustion was long forgotten but when the thoughts of his argument from yesterday plagued his mind the smile fell.
Walking out in the open he followed her towards the empty bleachers. Her eyes blazing as she faced her. Her brown eyes analyzed his moves in a familiar habit.
She pursed her painted lips before she opened them to let out her words.
"Why don't you like me?" she asked. Her posture was stiff but voice strong.
Aziel tilted his head and looked at the girl he knew since he was in middle school. Both of them knew why but she still felt the need to ask.
Not receiving an answer she furrowed her brows and stepped ahead.
"I know you loved her but it has been two years. You need to move on," she whined in the end.
His anger flared at her words and eyes narrowed. His normally calm demeanor dropped and he moved away from her grasp.
"If I fucking move on or not is not your choice to make. Even if I do, that person certainly will not be you and you know why."
She flinched a bit at his stabbing words but still didn't back out.
"I was trying to help you. I thought you needed some comfort."
"I didn't need your fucking comfort that way. It was just a week after she died when you showed up at my door. Just a week! You offered sex to your dead best friend's boyfriend just a week after she died.
The only reason I tolerate you is because she cared about you a lot and she couldn't bear the thought of you being left alone through high-school.
But you know what? I don't care anymore. Don't bother me and Jason anymore." Aziel hissed, sprouting venom through his words.
She whimpered a little as tears glazed her eyes. Before she could say anything else Aziel stormed away from her, finally doing what he should have a long time ago.
