“I hate you. Alot. You know that right?”

You stop underneath a streelight that shines as if it was a spotlight underneath you, a cease appering between your eyebrows as white snow continues to flutter down, contrasting greatly with the pitch dark night sky.

He freezes in his tracks, the white snowflakes melting into the wool of his scarf as he slowly turns around to meet eyes with yours.

Just for a second, a second that felt rather like an eternity, a deathly silence lingers the cold air, wrapping the two of you in a rather intense atmosphere. In the busy night street, filled with various sounds of people chattering, and faint music from the brightly lit shops, all you heard was silence.

His deep, mysterious , hallow eyes pierce into yours, an unreadable expression formed upon his lips.

Will you ever understand what goes through that thick head of his?

You're about to open your mouth, about to apologize for your rather rude behaver, when he acts first.

That smirk again, the one you’re really getting tired of seeing, forms on his lips, his breath turning into white smoke in the winter air as he lets out a small scoff.

“That’s fine. I’ll go away soon. Just until you learn your lesson. You’ll thank me afterwards.”