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A CHRISTMAS EVE: THIS IS NOT A DREAM
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A CHRISTMAS EVE: THIS IS NOT A DREAM
IT'S CHRISTMAS AGAIN. Wow, it's amazing how a whole year passes so quickly, and I am quite surprised with how everything turned out.
The streets of New York are still busy even in a Christmas Eve like tonight. I walk down by the street, wondering what Christmas gifts should I get for my family. Time flies so fast... Two years have passed.
Alright, I know, I shouldn't, but really, I can't stop thinking about him.
The lamps lit up, and Christmas songs are playing from afar. Ah, yeah. This night is so Christmas. So familiar. I wonder if I would see him again...
I quicken my walking pace when I see the massive Christmas tree in the middle of the park is getting closer. My breath hitches when I actually see a person with brown hair under the tree. Over these years...
I exhale in disappointment when the person who turns around is not the one I expected him to be. I sigh. He's been in my mind for too long.
The Christmas tree lit up shortly after I get in front of it, making the people who stand around look up in amazement. This is the fifth time I've seen it lit up, but I am still amazed every time.
It is always beautiful.
I look around, my heart beats with hope. A little voice inside my brain reminds me, and I realized the voice is right.
The fact that he's always been there in Christmas Eve doesn't mean he will be there tonight, too. I hope too much.
I sit on the bench under the Christmas tree and exhale slowly. My hands feel numb and the gloves don't help much. I struggle to keep the warmth in me, because I will still be here for at least until a few hours... Until Christmas arrive.
The snow is everywhere. I touch the ground under me. The snow's cold, for sure.
I must've looked stupid.
I look around and I see people with their family. I smile. Ah, isn't it nice to be with your family? It's not like I have no family, it's just they're so far away. I go here every Christmas Eve before depart on the next day, to my country.
I can depart tonight, but...
That's him.
My heart beats too fast. Oh God. Only seeing his figure from the distance already makes me so happy. The reason I'm not going home early on Christmas Eve... is him.
He closes the distance to the Christmas tree, and my heart beats even faster. I have never thought it's possible. He looks up at the Christmas tree and smiles.
Oh my God, his smile... It's not for me, but it's so beautiful. My heart warms up in contrast with my cold body.
He starts to look around. I hide my face almost immediately. I don't want to be caught staring at him. Two years ago was so embarrassing I had to go home that instant away, and not going back the next year. I come tonight hoping he has already forget that certain embarrassing moment. Well, of course he has. I'm no one to him.
Yeah, we're stranger, and I'm just a weird person stalking him every Christmas Eve. I know. How stupid of me. Why haven't I talked to him or something? Well, the answer is simple: I'm shy. I'm too shy.
Feel like the threat has gone, I look up to find his eyes staring at me. He smiles.
Oh God. I think my heart just stops.
His smile is so sweet, and the most unexpected thing is, it's for me. It will never happen even in my wildest daydream. Am I dreaming? I must be... Did I oversleep after working and therefore foiled my own plan to go to the park? That must be it, right?
Even though I know this is a dream, let me just enjoy it.
He walks up to me. I... I don't know what to do. Should I run away?
Ah, this is just a dream. Right?
"Hey...?"
Oh God. He is talking to me. His deep voice is so... beautiful.
I'm completely speechless.
"Hey? Excuse me, miss?"
"O-oh," I finally find my voice, "h-hey," I said, stuttering. This is too embarrassing even for a dream.
He smiles sweetly. The kind of smile which makes you think of all sweet and delicious Christmas treats. "Can I sit here?"
God. God, I can't, this is too much for me. "Y-yeah, of course. There's not a sign saying you can't," I say. I'm amazed that I still can spoke that many words.
He laughs. Oh God, he laughs. I've always wanted to hear his laugh. The laugh makes me smile almost immediately. It's just that kind of laugh which makes you want to laugh too. The kind of laugh that makes you feel so happy that you think you'll never be sad anymore, just like the decorative lamps that blink delightfully.
I'm rambling and I'm not making any sense.
"Of course. But can you move a bit? I can't sit in this small space."
"O-oh," I look down, embarrassed at myself. "Y-yeah, sure, sorry."
He smiles, brightly. "Don't worry."
I can die from this dose of sweetness tonight.
He sits beside me. God, he actually sits beside me. I can feel his skin only a few centimeters away from me.
I'm such a creep.
What should I do? Should I walk away and go home? Surely I should do that before doing anything that embarrassed myself in front of this certain gentleman...
My thoughts vanish right away when he begins to talk. "It's a beautiful Christmas tree, huh?" He looks up at the tree. The lights lit up with different colors every second.
Yeah, it's beautiful. "Yeah," I say. But your smile is way more beautiful, I think to myself.
"So do you," he says.
I look at him right away. "What?" He can't be flirting with me, right? He can't be.
"You're as beautiful as the Christmas tree," he says. That would normally make me laugh, but it's him. I'm way too nervous to remember how to laugh.
I don't know what come over me, but I say, "Did you just compare me to a Christmas tree?" I don't know I can joke in front of him. What if my joke's not funny?
But he laughs. "It would seems so."
I worry too much. His laugh make me laugh along with him, and his laugh stops. Ah, why does he stop? I look at him, and he stares at me. "What?" I say.
He smiles, shakes his head. "Nothing," he says as he looks back to the big tree.
I lift my eyebrow, but then follow his eyes to the tree. I have to admit, it looks even more beautiful with him beside me.
Silence creeps between us. The only noise I can hear is from the people around us and music from the Christmas tree. I think I need to go before I do something completely stupid. I stand up suddenly, but he holds my left arm as quickly. "Wait! Can't you stay?"
I think my heart literally stops for a second. "Huh?" I say, stupidly. Oh God. His hand touches my arm. Oh God. Not exactly a direct contact with his glove and my sweater in the way, but still. His hand is really warm. It's like he's not affected by the cold air in the slightest. Maybe it's his glove. Whatever it is, I sit back down like he requests me to do.
He lets go of my arm, and I know I'm disappointed, but I don't say anything. I immerse myself in examining the surrounding. People around us talk and laugh, full of merry and joy. The Christmas songs from the shops around and the Christmas music from the tree, God, it's beautiful in my ear. Especially in a Christmas Eve like this... with someone I've always been thinking of.
"So, why didn't you come last year?"
What? I nearly broke my neck when I look at him at once. He... What? I'm completely speechless, once again. He always has a way to make me confused. What did he ask, again? Why didn't I come to the Christmas tree last year? Wait, how could he know I come every year?
Is it because of my creepy staring two years ago? No, no, it can't be that he still remembers that, right?
He doesn't say anything afterwards, making me stare at him blankly. He doesn't look at me, he is looking at the Christmas tree. At last I say, "You know?"
A completely weird and incomplete question to ask, I don't even know what I'm asking. But he smiles and answer, "Yeah, for a few years, you've always been here every Christmas Eve."
My mouth opens wide, and when I realized that, I purse my lips right away. "Err, something came up then, so I had to go home." Well, it's true though. Other than my embarrassment of being caught staring at him, last year my father fell ill, so I had to be home.
I think he knows I've always been here because I stare at him creepily two years ago. Should I say sorry or something? I mean, it's not appropriate to stare at stranger, right?
But before I can say anything, he beats me to it. "Oh, that's why," he looks at me then, "I think I owe you an apology, if so."
I furrow my brows. "Why?"
"Well, you see," he looks back at the tree, "I've always been looking for you this few years on Christmas Eve. I hope that doesn't creep you out," he says.
Okay, what? What is actually happening? Oh, wait, this is just my dream. Of course, everything's makes sense now. "Don't worry, I did that too." I blush almost immediately when he looks at me right away. God, this is embarrassing. "Sorry if that creeped you out."
He looks surprised, but then smiles brightly. "Well, then," he says. "That's a good news. I thought you were creeped out by me staring at you, so you didn't come last year."
Oh, it's actually the opposite. I was too embarrassed that I caught staring at you... God. This dream is too nice. "No, I was actually too embarrassed that you caught me staring at you." What has gotten into me? Did I really have to say that? Even if this is just a dream...
He laughs. I don't regret a thing, God, his laugh is to die for. He stands up and extends his right hand to me. "Want to get some hot chocolate?"
I reach out to his hand. "Of course."
I can hear Christmas music from the tree. This is too beautiful to be a dream.
I really hope this is not a dream.
Merry Christmas to you! :)
this is a Christmas short story. thank you for reading!
