You slowly opened your eyes and sat up, the cool air of your room hitting your skin, causing goosebumps to reveal themselves. You looked outside and your eyes widened at the sight of white crystals falling from the sky, the ground covered in a sheet of everlasting snow.
You quickly jumped out of bed and prepared yourself for the cold weather outside.
You quickly opened the front door, causing a cold wind to enter into the warm house. You soon found yourself face to face with your Austrian boyfriend. You jumped back in surprise.
"How long have you been standing here Roderich?!" You said, pulling him inside.
Though he said nothing, you noticed how pale he had looked and told him to settle himself by the fire. After warming him up, you smiled at him. You watched as his face had a streak of blush running across, you giggled to yourself.
You knew that Roderich was not one to show his affections openly, for many thought he was a know-it-all snob. But they were wrong, ever since you met him after being introduced by your Hungarian friend, you knew that the rumors were not true at all.
You began to think back to the memories of you both, as the fire crackled in the fireplace.
You remembered the time when you first met him, he didn't seem to care about you, that was until you asked him to teach you how to play the piano.
Then it was to one Christmas evening, when you and Roderich were taking a stroll on Christmas Eve, and how he confessed to you after.
You giggled at remembering his red face when he said the three simple words. Even though they were only three, they meant a whole lot to you. You leaned closer to your boyfriend, inhaling his sweet scent that made you calm, your eyes began to droop until you felt a warm hand caress your cheek. Your eyes quickly opened to see Roderich staring down at you, his eyes filled with compassion and love.
"I love you, (y/n)..." He whispered to you as your lips connected a second later.
As you both pulled apart, you giggled.
"I will always love you forever always, my love." You said in a hushed voice. "For the memories we make cannot be replaceable, and cannot be forgotten."