Character 3

The breakfast with my mother went too peaceful, making me sigh in relief.

After all, she didn't asked me about my where about... Last night.

Which was quite starnge; after all...

My mother was quite the helicopter parents. Who loves to know ever little details about anything I did, and always love to get to the bottom of it.

I usually find it annoying but now... I just wanted her to ask me, Aleast.

Asked, how I celebrated my Christmas.

Staring at my oddly slient mother, eating in slience with no intention to ask any questions, made me sigh once again.

" Am leaving mum, take care of yourself ."

I quickly peck her cheek and slamming the door after ,taking my thick fluffy long coat, gloves and cap.

Lady Louis who had her head bent since the beginning of the breakfast, slowly lifted her head and stared at the shut door.

Her daughter walked pass, few minutes ago.

Her lips moved and mumbles some unvoiced words; before she started to cough violently.

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It's was snowing heavily.

My gloves hands were at the sides of my pockets, as I whistle happily walking in the mist of many people.

It's was beautiful.

The white falling snows where beautiful. It's whiteness and purifying pureness that's was attracting.

I really can't help but wonder, when it's comes from.

* Knock knock*

I gently knock at the door decorated with shimmering tread  and Christmases trees at the side.

" He celebrate Christmas? I didn't know that."

* Knock knock*

My knuckles pat on the door once again but a little harsher.

" Coming.... Am coming..."

A manly voice answer from inside as the door suddenly opened but, quickly slammed shut but I placed my thick boot to stop it.

" Oueen!? Hahahahaha... What're you doing here."

I didn't answer the other but walked into the small cozy house, passing some pictures frames hanging on the wall.

" Oueen, I wasn't expecting you?"

The other stated again making me even more angry.

" Oh really?! Looked like my boyfriend was expecting someone else then and doesn't want his girlfriend to visit. Mark, are you cheating on me?!"

The tall tan young man in front of me only raised his eyebrow at my sudden accusation.

His hand patted my head and kisses me lightly on the lip.

Just what I needed.

Our lips battled furiously for the lead, his hands around my waist and my hand around his neck.

Our legs moved in an unstable course, making us fall on pies of books.

Ow!

I exclaimed.

My head hurt even more now.

My boyfriend only laugh and excuse himself to get some drinks for us as I causally check the books on the floor.

" Babe... Here your milk...!"

My boyfriend announced but I wasn't listening.

I stared at the big book on my hands and then turned to faced him. Who surprisingly had a calm yet nervous expression.

" What're you doing with this?"

I asked pointing at the book in my hand.

" What're you doing with a Bible, Mark?"