𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣

Third of December

The snow falls slowly in cold winter air.
In the first of December, you bought me a sweater. It was ugly and large, but I still favoured it, after all it was from you. Third of December the best day of my life. I spent the whole day with you, oh my unrequited love. Oh my crush of years.
I hug tighter the sweater that you gave me, it's polyester strings stretching, fitting me more. You laughed and said " hey, it looks better on you than it did me! Haha!" His tanned cheeks lifted up a smile revealing the cutest of dimples.
I started "You know I'm really glad I'm able to spend this day with you. I..." I stopped, I could feel his eyes linger on something, I could feel him looking at me... I looked up. His brown orbs met up with mine. Before I knew it a pair of lips locked onto me. My eyes widened in shock. My heart skipping beats. I felt a warm hand caress my cheeks. I closed my eyes and held his hand onto my chest. I push forward then- I could feel his eyes depart somewhere else. He let go, pushing me away, our lips departing... I slowly opened my eyes. Then there. Everything changed.
A Beautiful, angelic girl, with gorgeous blonde hair glinting in the sunlight, and eyes brighter than the blue skies, walked by.
He was starstruck, mesmerised even, then confusion and shock arose in his expression.
"I-" he started, lifting his arms and ruffling his hair, what was wrong? "I'm sorry..." he continued, he looked at his hands and then back at me... clenching his fist he spoke "I made... I made a mistake..." and not long after he started to run away. His golden brown locks waving as the cold winter wind flew by.

Oh what a day...

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"I still remember, third of December"
-Conan Gray, Heather

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