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Say All I Need [AG Gamlieli One Shot] Part 3/4

AG was shivering now, his teeth chattering a difficult distraction. "AG, I was only kidding." I smiled as I covered him his jacket, so we could share. He grinned and took in a deep breath, a deep red glow flushing to his cheeks. He was adorable, and yet so attractive in such a way. AG paned his head to stare a me, the pigment slowly draining. "Do you even remember me?" he whispered. A sense of gloom trickled his pupils. The eye lock was so strong, very intense my mouth trembled a bit. I narrowed a eyebrow at him asking, "Remember what?"

"Me." he stated back, like I already knew exactly what he was talking about. I was hoping for a thought to appear in my head, but I was sadly disappointed. My shoulders shrugged and I shook my head. There was that gut feeling that bubbled within me.

I peered at the stars above my head, squeezing my eyes very together. The frustration building up drove me weak, and nothing popped into my mind. Not even a cloudy memory. From the corners of my eyes, the creases in AG's forehead deepen, and his brown eyes portrayed a worried ease. He reached for my hands, causing me to jerk myself to stare at him. "Please, don't tell you don't remember me." he begged, "It was only three years ago." I paused, a wash of guilt falling upon me.

"Do you know where you heart is? Do you think you can find it? Or did you trade it for something, somewhere, better just to have it." the beautiful lyrics sang from AG's lips. My eyes fluttered open, watching as he spoke each individual word. All of a sudden, something glowed within me. The feeling slowly growing without my figure, sending a bright flash.

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The snowflake tickled as it touched the surface of my tongue. I raised my arms and twirled in the winter wonderland atmosphere. My head spun and the scene was a blurry mess. My knees surrendered, planting me into the cold snow. I giggled to myself, feeling like idiot for coming to the park alone on Christmas eve. I slowly leveled my view between the snow bank and playground eyeing for any carolers. In surprise, I couldn't find any.

I lifted myself higher, my cheeks flushing a deep rosy red. My nose tingled numb, but that could never tear down my spirits. I brushed the flakes off my purple jacket, and shuffled towards the swing. As I got closer, I could hear music filling the in the quiet space. I scolded realizing it wasn't a Christmas song. No Christmas music was a absolute disaster to me.

I gripped the cold, rusty chain running my fingers down it. I settled my butt in the plastic seat, leaning back. The sound entered my ears, and there was no way of stopping it. It was oddly catchy and it brought a grin to my face. "Do you know where you heart is...?" I patiently hummed, absorbing the lyrics. Suddenly, the song was drowned out by a pushing sound from the distant. It got closer and closer, and fiercely grabbed me by the shoulders.

"Ouch!" I wailed, as I was shoved face first in the white coldness. I used my arms to get up, seeing a familiar face. "John?" I croaked, getting back to a sturdy stance. John was wearing a gray sweatshirt and a pair of old blue jeans. Strands of his black hair escaped from the cover of his red hat. His spring green eyes twitched uncontrollably.

"T-T-Tate," his speech slurred, and his legs shook weak. He pointed aimlessly at me, tumbling through the snow banks to get closer to me. I cowered helplessly, crawling away. John snatched my wrist, a burning sensation tingling. He pulled me closer, the tips of our noses, touching. "Merry Christmas, Honey." he breathed, the bitter stench of aging beer flooding my nostrils. I sucked in my breath, squeezing my eyes tight. "What is this?!" he tried to merge out two bodies into one, "You aren't happy to see me? But, its almost Christmas, baby. We don't need the mistletoe." His dirty palm crawled underneath the back of my shirt. A low whimpers muttered between my lips.

John snapped back, shoving me to the ground. The hard surface of rock solid ice caused a surging pain to shoot through out my body. I tried to scream, but my throat collapsed on me. The freezing bitterness of the cold clogged the sound. "Please John." I sputtered, almost weeping.