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A heavy sigh escaped her reddish lips as she rested one of her hips against the cold surface of the marble made counter in the very corner of the kitchen, weeks had already passed by more rapidly than the hour hand of the clock could ever dream in accompany and yet, her musings were still a chaos of crossed out words written tainted by the color of a complex amount of emotions that for the longest time she deemed impractical of acknowledge or understanding. Distraction, though commonly present in one’s daily life was still not part of the petite girl’s routine, especially when every single time she closed her orbs, her heart would deceive her consciousness into a dangerous venture though the remembrances of the one night were she could barely differentiate his pulse from her own.
It had been a propaganda originated by her narrow minded heart that insisted in chase shadows of him in every person that had crossed her paths, because Ara refused to admit how much she had missed him; refraining from acknowledging that the last few weeks had been harder to affront than the months that followed the aversion of their sameness. There was something frightening about time and the fact one could never recover from it, and perhaps that was exactly the reason why she brought him a Christmas present this year and to why she had yet to deliver it to him properly.
No, the brunette wasn’t above leaning the small box wrapped in metallic red paper and decorated with a charming navy blue ribbon against his door, pressing the bell button and rapidly makes her way back to the elevator and to the comfort of her apartment. The childish idea had indeed crossed her mind multiple times, but it was a way too ridiculous to be acted upon.
The reverberating sound of her pan crying in despair was effective in remembering Ara of what hazardous room she stood at, and her delicate hands were quickly in turning off the fire before an explosion could be escalated from the simply burnt food. Her terrific culinary skills weren’t unheard off, but Ara still blamed her brief period of abstractedness on Zitao. Shrugging her shoulders elegantly in order to peel the sweater away from her skin, the brunette made her way towards her closed to retrieve another jacket – and the present box – as for solve partially the issues that preoccupied her mind.
Adjusting her high heeled boots against her jeans and the Santa Claus’ hat on her head, she finally entered the elevator and rapidly had her slender fingertips pressing against the button ‘2’ displayed in the panel. Braided chocolate colored strands hindered her usual display of anxiousness as her hands had to settle in tapping the edges of the present box instead of touring the length of her hair, deep breath were hold with the complete strength of her lungs as she took the first step out of the elevator.
The reality was that now, she wanted something she had never believed in previously.
Trembling hands hesitatingly pressed the bell button next to the plate containing the number of his apartment, crimson tainted her porcelain skin ever so slightly as soon as the door was opened, a timid and very foreign image of the rather so pretentious little bird. “I-… I have been wondering what you’d do for Christmas this year, and after my culinary master piece yelled bloody murderer at me and almost threatened to set off the fire alarm, I thought that perhaps, if you didn’t had any other plans we could keep each other company?” Velvet voice was pronounced an octave louder than a mare whisper in her ramble, a gentle smile danced across her lips as her hazel orbs met his darker ones, after all, they were still magnets even if once averted.
