3rd Advent
Victoria had fallen in love.
She knew that!
It was weird, being in love with someone she didn't know...
Etcetera had made fun of her, saying she was in love with a letter, but Vic didn't care.
The words were so personal...as if they knew each other for years!
Vic had wanted to write him back, but she didn't know how.
That was one of the reasons why the letter she received on the 15th December
was special to her.
The white cat had woken up early in the morning.
After cleaning her fur, she'd gone outside to have a look at the fresh snow, which had been falling that night.
Under her paws she was able to feel the snow turn into icy water so she jumped back into her 'cave', shaking the water of her already cleaned paws.
Watching the sun rise, she fell asleep again.
The next time she woke up, was when she felt a paw touch her cheek.
Thinking that everything was just a dream, she tried to keep on sleeping, hoping that this dream might continue.
But she couldn't and in the moment she slowly opened her eyes, Victoria saw a shadow jump away.
Emidiatly she was awake. A million of butterflys seemed to twist around in her tummy.
This must have been him!
A second later, she stood in front of her 'cave' and looked onto the ground.
PAWPRINTS!
She followed them, slowly and carefully.
They led through the snow and finally up, onto a mountain of junk.
She kept on following the pawprints, although they where harder to see by now.
They led behind a cardboard box.
She stood there, not knowing what to do.
Vic sat down.
Through the silence she heard a heavy breathing.
It came from behind the box.
Her heart stopped beating! This was far too much for her!
"A...are you there, I...I mean...YOU?!"
Victoria knew, that these word were plain stupid, but she didn't know what else to say.
She could have run behind the box, walked, ...one or maybe two steps!
But that wouldn't have been clever!
It would have spoiled everything...
Maybe, she just didn't want to know who he was?
Now or never!
A last time she listened to HIS breathing, then she made a step, and a second one and...she had to make three steps...so she wasn't right in what she had thought...three steps...
What was she thinking about?! There was something much more important going on here!
A last step. She closed her eyes and then opened them.
Nothing! There was an empty cardboard box, which had been thrown on its side.
"But..." she stuttered.
Was she going totally crazy because of this tom?!
No! There was a letter, that lay right in front of her paws!
She picked it up, opened it and, once again, read a letter from her Christmas tom.
"Dear Vic,
I wanted to ask you something, you might not want.
I'd love to meet you! On Christmas Eve.
This can't go on this way. You have the right to know who I am!
We'll meet on the Christmas party! In the middle of the Junkyard!
If you want to know who I am, come there! If you won't, I know that we will never
come together.
I love you, Victoria.
Your's
..."
Victoria sighed.
"Yes, we'll meet." She whispered, hoping that the tom would hear her.
Then she sat down on top of a chair which nearly stood on the highest point of the
junk-mountain.
Pouncy loved this chair...
She sighed again and let the icy wind play with her fur.
A smile slid over her lips and her eyes sparkled.
She hadn't realised how wonderful this place was.
And when she looked down to the ground, she saw a heart, stepped into the snow.
Victoria had fallen in love.
She knew that!
It was weird, being in love with someone she didn't know...
Etcetera had made fun of her, saying she was in love with a letter, but Vic didn't care.
The words were so personal...as if they knew each other for years!
Vic had wanted to write him back, but she didn't know how.
That was one of the reasons why the letter she received on the 15th December
was special to her.
The white cat had woken up early in the morning.
After cleaning her fur, she'd gone outside to have a look at the fresh snow, which had been falling that night.
Under her paws she was able to feel the snow turn into icy water so she jumped back into her 'cave', shaking the water of her already cleaned paws.
Watching the sun rise, she fell asleep again.
The next time she woke up, was when she felt a paw touch her cheek.
Thinking that everything was just a dream, she tried to keep on sleeping, hoping that this dream might continue.
But she couldn't and in the moment she slowly opened her eyes, Victoria saw a shadow jump away.
Emidiatly she was awake. A million of butterflys seemed to twist around in her tummy.
This must have been him!
A second later, she stood in front of her 'cave' and looked onto the ground.
PAWPRINTS!
She followed them, slowly and carefully.
They led through the snow and finally up, onto a mountain of junk.
She kept on following the pawprints, although they where harder to see by now.
They led behind a cardboard box.
She stood there, not knowing what to do.
Vic sat down.
Through the silence she heard a heavy breathing.
It came from behind the box.
Her heart stopped beating! This was far too much for her!
"A...are you there, I...I mean...YOU?!"
Victoria knew, that these word were plain stupid, but she didn't know what else to say.
She could have run behind the box, walked, ...one or maybe two steps!
But that wouldn't have been clever!
It would have spoiled everything...
Maybe, she just didn't want to know who he was?
Now or never!
A last time she listened to HIS breathing, then she made a step, and a second one and...she had to make three steps...so she wasn't right in what she had thought...three steps...
What was she thinking about?! There was something much more important going on here!
A last step. She closed her eyes and then opened them.
Nothing! There was an empty cardboard box, which had been thrown on its side.
"But..." she stuttered.
Was she going totally crazy because of this tom?!
No! There was a letter, that lay right in front of her paws!
She picked it up, opened it and, once again, read a letter from her Christmas tom.
"Dear Vic,
I wanted to ask you something, you might not want.
I'd love to meet you! On Christmas Eve.
This can't go on this way. You have the right to know who I am!
We'll meet on the Christmas party! In the middle of the Junkyard!
If you want to know who I am, come there! If you won't, I know that we will never
come together.
I love you, Victoria.
Your's
..."
Victoria sighed.
"Yes, we'll meet." She whispered, hoping that the tom would hear her.
Then she sat down on top of a chair which nearly stood on the highest point of the
junk-mountain.
Pouncy loved this chair...
She sighed again and let the icy wind play with her fur.
A smile slid over her lips and her eyes sparkled.
She hadn't realised how wonderful this place was.
And when she looked down to the ground, she saw a heart, stepped into the snow.