𝒢𝜚 ๋࣭⭑ — 𝘓𝙚𝘰𝘯 𝙎. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝙣𝙚𝘥𝘺

Leon never enjoyed Christmas. For him, it had always been a time of loneliness and envy towards the happy families in the neighborhood. But everything changed when he met you months before this Christmas.

You, with your warmth, suggested something simple but special: decorating the tree, exchanging gifts, and sharing a dinner together. Leon accepted, although he was nervous. He had never experienced Christmas like this before, and he feared something might go wrong.

The house was illuminated by the lights of the tree and the warmth of the fireplace. Near midnight, Leon hugged you, his eyes shining like a child's.

"Love..." she whispered with a tremor in her voice. "Is this Christmas?"