Quite A Lonely Christmas
A sigh escaped the chapped lips of a tall male as he leaned against a large, leafless oak tree, clouds of breath frosting and turning white against the cold. His teal eyes were fixated on a pair bundled up against the cold and exchanging small, decorative packages. He smiled wistfully at the bouncy brunette and his auburn haired counterpart, his own sliver hair swaying in the breeze. He remained for a few more moments before turning and walking away, feet crunching in the crisp, newly fallen snow. This, in fact, would be quite a lonely Christmas without his best friends.
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