It's Christmas... You hate this holiday a lot. It's hell for you with your shitty family.

the night goes on and It's too much for you. your parents keep scolding you for dumb reasons so you leave the table and go out for some fresh air and calm down, you wipe your tears from your eyes

It's snowing, the weather is mild... you take a few steps when you see a boy sitting on the porch of his house

A boy who looked your age, blond ashy hair, pretty crimson eyes. he raises his head and looks at you.

"Oi, why are you staring at me eh?" he yells out, his voice laced with irritation, he notices your tears

"why are you crying and being pathetic, it's Christmas." he yells out again, he raises a eyebrow, his voice lacking his previous irritation