Hope you'll like this. TMI is not mine. Not ever.
And I know Christmas is over but what the heck!

I was walking aimlessly again, hands in my pockets. I couldn't take the screaming and the yelling. Usually, I'd just burn out their noises by playing some very loud music but I guess, I'm too numb to even do it. I sighed. I continued walking, stopping once in awhile to look at families having dinner together.

It was Christmas Eve and everybody was freaking happy. They sang jolly Christmas songs, gave out presents and watch some stupid Christmas movies or something.

They were having fun while here I was sauntering. I sighed again. Snow started falling, I shuddered. 'I should get home now', I thought.

I was turning back when I saw a flash of red. I stopped and searched for it. I finally saw where it was. Well, who it was, I mean.

It was this girl outside, sitting on a bench. Her red hair strewn all over her head. Her head was bent down, her face contorted. She was holding a pencil and she was balancing a sketchbook on her lap. Clearly she was sketching something intricate.

I moved a bit closer to where she was, careful not to disturb her. I hid behind the line of trees that were behind her. I didn't know why I had to hide. I mean, come on. Why would I need to hide? I'm not doing anything. I should just get home or something. But I didn't.

After a few minutes of more sketching, erasing and re-sketching, I heard a woman's voice. It was coming from the house in front of us. "Clary! Clary!" The girl's head jerked up. She looked up and waved her hand. She was gesturing that she'll be right in after a few minutes.

The woman nodded and told her to not stay out too long. Clary smiled. And with that, she got back to work.

So that was her name. Clary. It was a beautiful name for a beautiful princess. I couldn't conceal a smile. I gazed at her. She was beautiful, I knew.

The snow stopped a couple of minutes back but it started falling again. It was really striking. How she looked perfect with the scene. Her and her long, red curls.

I stared at her for awhile and then suddenly she looked up. Looking from both sides of the street, as if she was trying to find someone. She frowned, shook her head and stood up.

Wait. I wanted to tell her. But I couldn't and I wouldn't. I waited 'til she got in her house and was sure that nobody was going out or looking outside. With a satisfied look, I got out of my hiding place. Started walking the street when a hand stopped me.

Surprised, I turned around and saw the redhead from awhile ago. What was she doing here?

"Yes?" I said.

Not answering, she quickly but surely put her soft lips unto mine. I was stunned. But I suddenly succumbed into it.

I put my hand on the back of her neck while the other on her lower back. To say our kiss was awesome was an understatement. It felt great. Blissful. Ecstatic. I loved how her lips and how her body was pressed unto mine.

We broke for air. I stared at her. She stared back. She smiled. Wordlessly, she put a piece of paper in my hand, pointed up, waved and run back to her house.

I curiously looked down on the piece of paper and saw that it was the sketch she had been drawing awhile ago. The drawing was me walking on the streets where I stopped to look at some random happy family inside their homes. It was beautiful how she drew it. 'She was drawing me', I thought.

Then I remembered that she had pointed up. So I looked up and saw the tiny toe someone had put on as a design on a tree.

I smiled and went down my way happily. Maybe I'll try visiting her soon. Or maybe tomorrow.

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