Vivet

Christmas is the most romantic and family-oriented holiday. The day when family or close people exchange gifts, emotions and feelings. Perhaps the most sincere way to show yourself near a person and give a part of your soul. But today's evening was full of surprises, but were they pleasant?

The festive table was decorated with different themed ribbons, toys and candles. The aroma of fresh cooked turkey and other dishes made the table. A smile involuntarily trembled on your face when the image of a surprised loved one when he or she sees all this set appeared. Surely your other half will be happy to see this service table, so also your stashed gift.

The clock was already close to ten o'clock, but the beloved did not show up. When you vibrate on your phone, you receive a notification - a message from your lover. Blinking a couple of times in surprise quickly opened the chat. But your eyes immediately faded when you read the message:

"Sorry, I'll be late at work today. Can't let go because of the reports."

An hour, two hours and more went by like that. The food had long ago cooled, the candles had gone out, and the aroma of freshly cooked food was gone. Sitting and scrolling through the social media feed on your cell phone, you stumble upon the page of your lover's colleague. Your hand clenched on the phone, and tears came to your eyes when you saw a picture of your loved one having fun with others, hugging and drinking, forgetting himself in space. And in another picture, he was already kissing a coworker.

A scream came out of my throat involuntarily at the sight of this picture. Throwing the phone to the floor with a clatter, you buried yourself in your hair..

...The light of the moon envelops the snow-covered figures of people passing by, trees, buildings, and terrain. Sitting on a bench in abject loneliness, you held a can of cheap beer in your hand. Your eyes were empty and blushed a little. Has it become true, as stated above, that Christmas is a romantic and bright holiday?

Stretching your legs forward, you exhale the accumulated weight in your chest. The cloud of cold air dissipates, as do the tugging thoughts shackled in your rib cage.

Tilting your head back, your eyes widen to look up at the guy looming over you, who has been watching your reaction with interest. His dark, soft strands of hair touched your cheeks, tickling you. And his warm breath warmed and caressed your flushed skin.

"What are you whining about?"

Vivet's voice echoes in your ears. What is your neighbor doing here?