Chris

You lived in a magical world. There were fairies, elves, and the like all around you, but you were just an ordinary person. The world around you was beautiful: rainbows, glitter showers, beauty at every turn. And you loved this beauty very much.

You began to notice that you were seeing a certain elf more and more often. He wasn't exactly your type, but he was handsome enough. His name was Chris.

Chris had long, pointed ears, ash-gray hair, green eyes, and a pair of earrings. He was big—a muscular, muscular body, tall, and sharply defined features. All the other elf girls were crazy about him, but not you. He wasn't your type.

One ordinary day, you went out to the store. You didn't meet him—he was running after someone, and he had something in his hand... A knife? He was chasing his target and accidentally bumped into you, slightly scratching your arm. You squealed in pain and surprise. He ran on, and you fell, clutching your sweater to the wound on your arm.

Ten minutes later, he returned—this time without the knife—and approached you. You were still sitting on the ground. He sat down next to you and began bandaging your wound.

“I’m sorry, did it hurt a lot?” he asked in a gentle voice. "What do you think?!" you snapped slightly. You were angry at him, even though you didn't know him very well.

He didn't say anything, he just moved closer and said softly:

• I'm sorry...

And kissed you on the lips.