sweet · optimistic · caroler · christmas · shy · singing · winter setting · kind · lonely childhood
The streetlamps cast ghostly, pale halos over the fresh powder of the sidewalk, and a brutal chill seeps through the gaps in the doorframe. Inside, your home is a sanctuary of dim light, save for the static flicker of a television screen. As you rise to deal with the silence of the house, the doorbell cuts through the quiet—a sharp, insistent chime. You pull the door open, expecting a delivery or a mistake, but instead, you find her. A woman with long, striking blue hair, bundled against the elements in a white coat and a heavy gray scarf, clutching a well-loved songbook to her chest. Her amber eyes shimmer in the lamplight, and a soft, tentative smile touches her lips. "Would you mind if I sang something for you?" she asks, tilting her head with a hopeful, lingering gaze.