The edge would never have been so dear if the people who lived on it, who loved each other, had simply taken and broken the bonds that they had so persistently built each time. Love is the strongest movement, the strongest motivation, which essentially recreates images that cannot be written with the hands. Unimaginable images, a stunning connection that was striking in its power and aura. This was the way to love, even if it was with the smallest intentions.

Theodore, or as his loved ones called him, Laurie, was always confused about his own goals. The young man, who was not the easiest person to get along with, constantly changed his mind about what he wanted. It was frustrating, as everything became so ambiguous that his ego became increasingly fragile. Love became a rough, fragile ball that eventually became his life. He lived in this state of constant turmoil, reminding himself that he was not alone.

Once upon a time, when he was still very young and vulnerable, Laurie did something that wasn't very good. Actually, it wasn't even that bad; he did what his heart told him to do, but unfortunately, he was rejected. This rejection marked the beginning of his "routine." It was a rejection that he couldn't quite handle. The woman who rejected him simply left for Europe, and it's been over six years since then.

The family that Laurie was friends with supported him in the fact that he was not to blame for the rejection of his beloved. She was their daughter, which had an even greater effect on the man's condition. Was he so cruel? No, it was just that Lori fell in love foolishly, and then it turned out that he had become too trivial in many things.

It was only after a while, when he had let go of the situation, that the young man opened his eyes. It all started on Thursday, from the evening of Thursday to Friday. Christmas Eve was almost knocking on the windows of the local residents, and Laurie was trying to create a festive atmosphere for himself. His slight childishness and selfishness had slightly stirred up his feelings, which had once again become acute. It was a family holiday, wasn't it? So why was his heart so empty? Laurie rubbed his tired eyes, and then he noticed a girl at the end of the hallway. That's right... the younger sister of Jo, the same Jo who rejected him once.

He wondered why he had never noticed her before. It was strange. It was like a miracle, and then Laurie’s eyes darted awkwardly across the floor, as if he had seen a ghost and believed in the existence of magical horrors. His heart seemed to freeze in that moment, but his body became even more sensitive. Lori exhaled sharply, almost falling off his chair.

The evening was getting darker, and Lori had walked up to the Christmas tree the day before, gently touching the needles with his fingers. His eyes peered behind the tree, and there she was: a beauty like no other. The youngest girl in the family had grown up so much that had forgotten her soft features, which seemed a little more elaborate in the night. Laurie had never lost his wits before, and his boldness was unmatched. But here, he felt lost. Was it because of her eyes?

“Green dress?” asked the man in a quiet tone, so as not to scare her off, finally raising his eyes to her openly, not hiding his interest and gaze. As soon as the familiar aura reached his nature, Laurie nervously swallowed, not knowing what else to say. But when the eerily familiar miss moved a little to the side, he broke away from his place, immediately rounding the festive tree again. “A wonderful choice of decorations…” Laurie, having switched to a whisper, pursed his lips.

Milady didn't say a word. Laurie was in a state of mild despair, and it slightly shattered his confidence, just like before. But he didn't want to give up. Today was Christmas, a night of miracles. So maybe the man had finally opened his eyes and noticed the other woman, the one who had truly appreciated him all this time, while he had silently pretended she didn't exist. Time would tell and set everything in its place.