《A Lesbian fell for a straight girl (Romance)》


 Prologue

    The night sky was portrayed as a bright day, illuminated by city lights. Decorated streets abounded with dazzling sights and cheerful crowds. Children cavorted, resembling fireflies dancing in an entrancing tapestry. Entwined hearts shared tender kisses. Restaurants were filled with romantic duos. Shopkeepers showcased their stocks. Happy music played in everyone''s head, and people hummed holiday songs, making memories that last long. Love and laughter permeated the air, all within the lively expanse of Winterblossom Garden.


    Bearing a tantalizing legend in its name, Winterblossom Garden, sprawled as a festal ground, twice the size of the British Museum, thick with crowds and festivities.


    Amidst this lively merriment stood a mountainous tree, dwarfing all lofty buildings. The mammoth tree was surrounded by restaurants, boulangeries, mega-malls, and urban spires to the North, South, and East, with a bay glittering in the moonlight through its peaceful ripples to the West.


    Despite its massive presence, reaching toward the heavens like a towering Christmas beacon, it failed to attract any attention. Garnishing it with Winterflar gems was what brought the glory it deserved, making that silent giant howl into our eyes, embellishing it into the grandeur known as ''Twinkle velli,'' alluring the entire swarm¡ªunfortunately, even thieves. It had long been an annual tradition for them to steal those gems and peddle them unlawfully, turning Christmas into a season of taking rather than giving.


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    Here comes Amber, a dedicated detective and workaholic¡ªchasing criminals on Christmas Eve kind of workaholic¡ªwho prioritized her job above everything else and was determined to ensure that this thieves'' tradition went extinct. Sheathed against the rebellious winter, she wore a black knit hat, a scarf woven in a deep midnight blue with a subtle herringbone pattern wrapped around her neck, a knee-length coat in a royal blend of wine and obsidian covering a dark gray sweater, a pair of knitted black gloves, tight black jeans tracing each stride, and winter shoes that left imprints on the snowy sidewalk. As she walked and chatted with her best friend, Clive Hampton, a GSPD cop, she relished the chilling event of ornamenting the Christmas beacon with Winterflar gems.


    Twinkle Velli was considered the heart of WinterBlossom Street. With its sparkling Winterflar gems, it would be like a million stars clustered in the middle of this dark world, bringing the Christmas spirit to everyone. While Amber had been here and seen this jovial display many times before, safeguarding it was a new responsibility for her. She had been called upon to do so.


    Here she was, cruising with Clive, patrolling this busy crowd, hoping to catch the thief who stole gems. Little did she know that the very thief she pursued was about to steal something even more precious¡ªher heart.

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    With great admiration, Amber remarked, "It''s growing bigger every year," as she looked at Twinkle Velli.


    "Indeed, it is. That tree is like the jewel of Winterblossom," Clive replied, gazing at it.


    Amber gave Clive a sideways glance, her eyes partially closed, accompanied by a subtle smile, she remarked, "The only one-of-a-kind jewel in the world, we can say," she added, "Excited to see it fully lit up."


    Clive put forth a candid look at Amber and said, "Hey Amber," he paused, "Thanks for showing up. I could''ve suggested someone else, but when I thought about a ''duty comes first'' kinda person¡ªmore talented and, most importantly, trustworthy¡ªyou were the first person I thought of with all those qualities."


    Amber, her smile warm and honest for Clive, responded, "Clivey! I''d do anything for my best buddies." Then she added, "Besides, I''m not much of a festival person, so I''ve got nothing going on for Thanksgiving or Christmas," She paused, then continued, "Actually, I don''t even celebrate them."


    "No, this year you will," Clive, with a serious face, both insistent and caring. Then he asked, "Where are you staying?"


    "Grasenvile Downtown"


    "Come on, stay at our place. Arty and Bia would love to see you!"


    Amber shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "No, no, no... I don''t wanna bring all this detective stuff in there. But don''t worry, I''ll swing by," she said. Her refusal of Clive''s invitation reflected her desire for their festive celebrations to be undisturbed by the unsettling news from her work.


    With a year''s contemplation coloring her voice, Amber inquired, "How''s my little angel, my Bia-bear?"


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    Clive responded with a beaming smile, flashing the joy that only a parent can express, and said, "She''s all grown up now. Just turned four."


    Overflowing with joy and heartwarming love, Amber exclaimed, "I can''t wait to see my cuddly doll! It''s been, like, a whole year since we last spent time together."


    As they strolled along the sidewalk, they were promptly encountered by an endearing couple. Simply forgetting the entire world, they engaged in fervent osculation, wisely fencing themselves from the frigidness of this ferocious winter. Amber remarked to Clive, "Wow! Look at those love birds!"


    The beauteous portrait of Clive''s husband, Arty, flickered in his mind. He mused and said, "It''s the holiday season, darling." With his eyes closed, meditating on Arty''s smooch, he giggled mildly, as if sharing a festive secret, "You''ll see plenty of those pairs."


    Then he gave her a side glance and asked in a mirthful manner, "So, when you gonna get one?"


    Amber said, "Nope, not my thing. I''m not really into commitments."


    Clive looked at her with his faith in the significance of love and commitment, transparent in his solemn eyes. Resting his hand on her shoulder, he said, "Sooner or later, we all need commitment; it''s like the ultimate purpose for everyone on this planet. And you find that by loving someone who really loves you with their whole heart." then he adds, "Now, the thing is that you haven''t found that someone yet. That''s it."


    Clive''s words pulled at her heartstrings. Her eyes were glued to him. It was a gaze, one that spoke louder than words ever could, conveying, "Despite asserting her reluctance toward commitment, Amber paradoxically finds herself committed to her detective duties, using that claim as an excuse for loneliness; Her service to her country by handling intricate murder cases and hunting criminals down, is just a commitment to solitude masked by the pursuit of justice¡ªa way of numbing the sting that stems from the very isolation she claims not to desire."


    While they were immersed in a passionate discussion about commitment and relationships, the air rustled behind their back like a coaxing breeze, foretelling an imminent interruption to those oblivious chatterers. Suddenly, a ...

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    Suddenly, a force slammed into them from behind, forcefully cleaving them apart. Amber''s eyes, previously fixed on Clive, widened as she gawked at the unexpected interloper from head to toe¡ªA vibrant red Santa hat anchored atop her head, a sleek trench coat surging as she moved, dark red crochet fingerless gloves, and slim-fit jeans nonchalantly loosening down her legs.


    While Amber was demystifying this blunt intrusion, she couldn''t help but notice the symptomatic signs of nervousness in her brown eyes, which darted with uncertainty, like a delicate snowflake trapped in a wintery gust. "Sorry!" she stammered, and with that, she spun around and flew away into the bustling crowd like a carefree chickadee in a snowfall.


    Amber and Clive shared a baffled glance. Clive, disregarded, and raised his eyebrows, accompanied by a subtle smirk. He shrugged. Then, amusingly, he resumed their previous conversation by saying, "You can start your love bird hunt here!"


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    Despite Amber''s heart secretly pining for it, she unwillingly masked her desire with a playful retort, "Clive, I''m here to protect the gem, not for dating, you know?" then Amber''s eyes sparkled with a teasing smile, a subtle lean forward, and a whimsical sway, as she declared, "Duty first, romance later!"


    Then, with concern, Clive said, "Always work, work! Wouldn''t hurt to have some fun, darling. Look around you¡ªpeople are having fun."


    "Oh, I''m looking around...but only for criminals," she remarked, adjusting her fictitious detective hat and displaying a vigilant expression.


    Clive dramatically rolled his eyes and let out a comical sigh that seemed to say, "After all I''ve said, the workaholic strikes again!"


    Hence, she continued to ruin his fun.

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    As Winterblossom Park pulsed with a bouncing crowd¡ªsmall hands tugging their parents in every direction, partners steering each other with playful pulls, and spouses leading one another with shared affection¡ªAmongst this gay cacophony, Nia stood alone, clenching a crying little boy on her hip, surveying her surroundings with a scanning look.


    Nia, with eyes as beautiful as the Himalayan blue poppy, as delicate as dewdrops caught in the morning mist, and sparkling like the brightest Rigel star. As soft as cotton, her blond curls were. With a gentle breeze and sunshine, they would flow like a silk river and glow like a halo of spun gold. Even the slightest caress would make her soft, pinkish skin blush. With her moonlike smile, the sun itself forgot to shine. She was a sensitive angel, bearing a tender heart that cared deeply for the most bewitching melody of the world¡ªthe children''s laughter.


    As a photobook author and Bill''s promised bride, Nia had traveled miles with him to Winterblossom, eager to taste the magic of Twinkle Velli. Now, without Bill''s comforting arm holding her butterfly hand, the crowd had swallowed her and the little boy, and for a moment, they were deserted in the sea of fiesta.


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    Suddenly, the little boy, having spotted his mother across the crowd, was bouncing with pure joy, blissfully exclaiming, "Mommy! Mommy!"


    Nia''s heart swelled with happiness as she resolved to gift him back to the embrace of his mother. Delicately, she loosened her hold on the little boy, allowing him to find his footing on the earth. The lone boy stood, his eyes glinting with innocence. "Thank you," he muttered bashfully. She knelt down and her fingers gently stroked his velvety cheek. With a tender smile, she said, "You''re welcome, Sweetie."


    The little boy, grateful and content, flitted back to his mother like a compass needle drawn irresistibly northward, cutting through the crowded sea with a straight and unwavering gravity.


    The little boy''s mother expressed her gratitude to Nia with unfeigned sincerity, her words bearing the weight of relief and joy.


    As Nia smiled and waved back at the Mother-son pair, drenched in the maternal love that had enveloped them, an effervescent shout of joy erupted from the crowd behind her like a champagne cork popping, "Nia! Nia!"


    Recognizing that reverberant voice, she turned with a cognizant gaze and gently uttered...

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    Recognizing that reverberant voice, she turned with a cognizant look and gently uttered, "Bill?"


    Through the animated crowd, propelled by a tremendous impetus, his camera swung widely from the strap around his neck, soaring backward with his vivacious momentum as he raced towards her.


    Coming to an abrupt halt, his lips stopped precisely at Nia''s. He grasped her head, showering her face with fleeting kisses. She stood unaffected like a stoic tree, yet that contact of his lips conveyed the diaphanous joy he felt upon unearthing Nia from the festive quicksand.


    With relief in his voice, Bill asked her, "Where''d you go? I was getting worried, thought I''d lost you in this crazy crowd."


    Her face turned sallow, draped in a cloak of guilt. Hesitatingly, she began, "I''m sorry. I saw a little boy who¡ª" Bill interrupted with a shush, embracing her slender form tightly, and reassured her, "It''s okay. I found you, and that''s all that matters."


    Then, with a gentle frown, he firmly asserted, "Don''t ever do this to me again!"


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    In silent agreement, Nia gently tilted her head from side to side, politely murmuring, "I won''t."


    Bill''s face lit up with joy. "I''ve got a surprise for you," he announced. As he began to weave into the crowd, he turned to Nia and said, "Wait here, okay?" leaving her in anticipation.


    Curiosity enlivened her. She asked with a loud but hesitant humble voice, "Where are you going, Bill?"


    Caught up in the excitement of getting her something she would like as a surprise, he couldn''t stop himself from running. Bill fled towards the active throng, shouting, "Wait there, honey. I''ll be back before you know it," His words trailed behind him, much like the camera attached to a strap around his neck.


    Nia hit the brake on his brisk run, her voice piercing through that clamorous crowd, "Bill, camera!" she hollered, gesturing to demand his attention.


    That put a halt to his energetic rush. He turned back with a look that questioned, "Why is she asking for the camera?" He unhitched the strap from his neck.


    Comprehending his unspoken question, she replied, "While you''re away, I''ll take some pics for my photobook."


    Bill looked around, acknowledging the plethora of camera-worthy moments flowering around them. "Okay, but don''t go too far," he cautioned her, with an authority like a protective guardian instructing his spirited ward.


    He handed her the camera, and with a smile, Bill faded into the crowd.

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    The glamour of the encircling festivities beckoned her to explore, but Bill''s stern command held her legs rooted to the spot. She said a firm ''No'' to herself, resisting the urge to succumb to the timeless spectacles surrounding her.


    Like a clock''s second hand, Nia twirled in the same place, her gaze evolving with each turn¡ªevery revisit to the familiar unfolded a fresh perspective and new thoughts. She craved a view, more enticing than the last, yearning for a scene that would make her camera wink in appreciation of its charm.


    With her rose-petal-like ears, she inhaled the sweet chuckles of innocent children that wafted through the air.


    Her eyes, and her heart as well, turned at that irresistible summoning of joyous giggles and cheerful shouts that captured her attention, prompting her to wonder about the cradle of this concentrated laughter rain.


    As her eyes scanned the panorama, she discovered a man with a big belly, a white beard, and a red suit¡ªthe quintessential Santa Claus¡ªperforming magic tricks that enchanted the little ones.


    Who could resist the enchantment of witnessing Santa himself perform mesmerizing magic tricks in person? Forgetful of Bill''s command, Nia was pulled to the magical extravaganza, akin to a little girl lured by a delectable ice cream layered with sugary delights.


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    Nia captured every single frame of that imaginary wonder, and with every click, she edged closer to it.


    Standing among those cute little cubs, as if she was one of them, shouting ''yay!'' to the magical tricks Santa performed.


    While her camera might have questioned its desire for more, one thing was clear: her radiant blue eyes hungered for more.


    Driven by that, Nia dove deeper into the crowd. Her journey eventually led her to the Twinkle Velli, where Winterblossom workers were beautifying the tree with Winterflar gems.


    She was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Nia''s camera became her loyal companion, assuring her that it would preserve the magic of the moment for years to come.


    Despite the tree''s partial decoration¡ªone-twenty fourth of it shimmered in the soft glow of Winterflar¡ªit was worth immortalizing. With determination, she lifted the camera to her eyes, clicking the capture button again and again and again, each shot gleaming with the sparkle of Winterflar.


    Couldn''t tear her eyes from it. The gems seemed to cast a spell, tempting her attention, mildly whispering, "Don''t look away." However, in grim contrast, a man demanded attention nearby, frantically waving his hands; his voice thundered, "Th...

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    She couldn''t tear her eyes away from the mesmerizing gems, as if they held her in an enchanting spell, tempting her attention, mildly whispering, "Don''t look away." However, in grim contrast, a man demanded attention nearby, frantically waving his hands; his voice thundered, "Thief! Thief!"


    Amber with her ever-watchful eyes for criminal activities, locked onto this commotion. Her gaze honed in on the fleeing thief attempting to meld into the crowd.


    Like an eagle tracking its prey across an empty desert, her keen eyes followed every serpentine twist and turn of the thief''s head, swimming across the crowd like a shark''s dorsal fin slicing through the water''s surface. Her eagle eyes fixated intently on the unsuspecting prey, and in an instant, its head plunged into the ocean.


    After a palpable pause, it resurfaced, but this time, it remained static¡ªlike a dead fish on a placid pond. Her predatory wings commenced an aerial descent, ridiculing the prey''s cunning yet foolish trick, declaring, "That may blind others, but not me." Executing a flawless maneuver as she closed in on her quarry, that left the very air astir with anticipation.


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    While every police and worker scratched their heads with frustration, grunting, "Darn it! We''ve missed the shot again!" Amber, the noble bird, resolutely soared through the unmoving crowd, shouting, ''Excuse me, coming through! GSPD, step aside!''


    Amber spotted the thief among the distracting crowd, her mind buzzing with Eureka! sensations. For years, the Winterblossom police force had struggled to cease this thievery reign. Amber was on the cusp of cracking the case, luring this elusive snake with her first bait. Now, the thief stood coolly before her, oblivious, showing Amber their back, absorbed in filming the Twinkle Velli.


    With a fast and forceful grip, Amber seized her. "Ma''am!" she called out. A sharp command that caused the thief to whirl on her heels. The moment Amber caught a glimpse of Nia''s beautiful face, shock rippled across her features. Amber, holding Nia''s hand¡ªonce with a firm grip like a crocodile''s bite¡ªnow trembled like the legs of a newborn fawn. Amber''s eyes paused in time. Her heart raced, her ear went numb, her whole body felt frozen in a winter cloud as the world around them blurred into a wintry fog.


    Looking at Nia''s lustrous sapphire eyes, her senses puzzled, "How could she possibly be the thief when she possessed the most captivating gem as her eyes that far surpassed the Winterflar elegance?"


    Her words crumbled like brittle cookies. Momentarily immobile, Amber stuttered, "I...I..."

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    Her compassionate human heart breathed "She''s not the thief! she''s not the thief!"; however, her very keen detective instinct proclaimed, "She''s the one." In the ferocious war between emotion and reason, the latter emerged victorious.


    Realization struck Amber suddenly, shattering the obsessive illusion that had bound her perception. With a physical gesture, she shook her head as if attempting to dispel the lingering spell that had clouded her judgment.


    Amber said, "I''m Officer Amber from GSPD." With a rule-bound look, she addressed the blonde figure before her, "I need you to come with me."


    Nia''s eyes widened with shock and surprise. She nervously stammered, "What? I haven''t done anything wrong." Even in the grip of anxiety, her voice remained as compelling as a nightingale''s.


    Impervious to the nuances of Nia''s tone, remained resolute with her declaration, "Ma''am, cooperate, and it''ll go easier for you".


    Relentless fear seeped into Nia''s whole being, drop by drop, displacing joy with trepidation. She wrestled with the sudden turn of events; Her thoughts reverberated with the words of her fianc¨¦, a forewarning she now wished she had heeded.


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    A tremor in her voice betrayed the emergence of growing unease. Yet, her words emulated a fragile strength as she insisted, "No, I didn''t do anything, officer." Though the sweet cadence of a nightingale was now superseded by her rough and defensive tone, her voice, still retained an innate amiableness that rendered the defensive facade almost trivial.


    Poor Nia, attempted to exert a toughness, but her intrinsically sweet voice couldn''t be entirely masked. Amber''s decisiveness, solid as stone, dwelt inflexible. The tender notes of Nia''s voice, like a futile breeze against unyielding cliffs, failed to soften the detective''s immutable determination.


    Amber''s heart grew colder than the very winter freezing her surroundings. All she could hear were wordless chirps, and everything she saw turned into plain black portraits. She declared, "You leave me no choice. You''re under arrest for suspicion of stealing valuable government property," swiftly handcuffing Nia.


    Nia surrendered to Amber''s presence. Not a hint of her essence persisted in the air¡ªThey vanished from the crowd. Meanwhile, Bill arrived, shouting amidst the swirling crowd.


    Clamping a sizable, snuggly Rudolph doll against his body and he cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed, "Nia!" After an extensive but fruitless search, he reluctantly gave up, returning to his hotel with a face flushed with anger. "Not again!" he muttered. Then, exasperatedly, he added, "I told her not to go too far."