Alright everyone, this is my Christmas gift to all of you. I really hope you enjoy it! I normally change your names when I write, but this time - I won't. It's Christmas! So, without further talk, I present this to you.

Kalinka Blue in "Merry Christmas, Lucid Seed"

It was a long day. I will be the first to admit that. But I think everything was worth it. I put up decorations, I prepared gifts for everyone and I fixed the ornaments on the tree that I bought just last night.
I love Christmas, but I find it hard to prepare for. I prefer to sit around and wait for someone else to do all the work. I used to make cookies with my mom sometimes, but that was about it. This year, however, was different. Everyone was depending on me to get everything ready. I suppose they were justified. I did invite them to my house for Christmas, after all.
I hate talking about Christmas. I always find it so difficult to write my feelings about this season on a page. It either comes out accidentally humourous or overly sentimental and I don't think either of those are very good things to aspire to. But I am just rambling now. The truth is, no one has showed up yet and I really want them to. I have been looking forward to this for awhile. So much has happened, I think a party is what we all need.
Now, if only it would snow!
What was that? I think I heard a knock at the door. A knock, but was it? Everything was arranged so perfectly now that I almost expected that no one would show up to ruin it. Not terribly optimistic, I know.
A knock, again. Who knows, it might not be my imagination after all. After about a minute, I decide that it would simply be best to assume that, yes, people will show up to this party and that, yes, they will all enjoy it. I smile at my optimism and answer the door.
I open the door and, standing on my doorstep, bathed in the white light of the light above the door is a pure white figure that makes me long for snow. But I don't tell him that. I bite my lip as he runs his fingers through his white hair and casually says, "hi". I let him in, but I say nothing to him for a few minutes. His hair is white. His shirt is white. His pants are white. The ground, outside, is green. The ground is green and this man standing in my living room is completely white.
And he didn't bring any presents.
I fold my arms and wait silently for another knock at the door. The white-haired boy simply stands in the living room and nervously pulls at his hair. But I won't talk to him just yet. Maybe if it snows.
But then, another knock at the door broke the strange tension that I could feel causing me to bite my lip to the point where I felt like if I bit down any harder that it would simply fall off and I would have no excuse to not talk to him. I quickly opened the door.
The person standing at the door did not make me long for snow this time. And she was holding presents.
"Are these for me Kylaia?" I smiled at the strange contrast between her rainbow-coloured scarf and her serious expression.
"Well, one of them is," she said, not smiling.
"Okay kiddo, I have to ask. Why are you so serious? Your face will stay like that forever if you do that, you know."
"Well, that's fine. I like to be intimidating." She continued to frown.
"But seriously, what's wrong?"
Quietly, she leaned towards my ear and whispered, "why is he here? Why did you invite him?"
I smiled. "Oh! Well, it's Christmas. I didn't want to leave anyone out, you know."
Kylaia grumbled to herself and went into the living room.
Seeing Kylaia annoyed made me rather upset, I wanted everyone to get along at this party but perhaps I was being too optimistic?
Within about fifteen minutes, the rest of the guests had arrived. All except one.
"Hey Kalinka," Kylaia tapped me on the shoulder, "when is Marr getting here? I would have thought that he would have been the first one here."
"I don't know Kylaia. I thought he would be here by now, too."
Marr was not usually late for things. I was not worried, though. He was only fifteen minutes late. But, suddenly, fifteen minutes seemed like forever and I wanted to know exactly where he was at this exact moment. It suddenly became difficult to be optimistic.
"Kalinka?," someone yelled at me from the kitchen. "Do you have any vegetable juice? I'm totally in the mood to drink some blood." I heard chuckling echoing into the living.
"No Jesse, I don't," I said absent-mindedly and moved toward the window.
Absent-minded was a good phrase for it. Marr was never late. If anything, he was always incredibly early. Absent-minded. I felt as though my mind was somewhere else. As though it was leaving the room. Leaving the room in search of that one person who was preventing me from enjoying this party that I had organized. Leaving, to find him? I wasn't sure.
I gazed out the window. A single snowflake fell quietly to the ground.
Where was he?