Novel & Cerita Christmas When You Were Mine

It morphed into anxiety, fear, self-doubt, and countless sleepless nights. I looked at my cold, swollen fingers, then slowly asked, "Ivano, did you have a happy Christmas?" Caught off guard by my response, the other end of the line went quiet. All the lectures he'd planned were suddenly stuck in his throat. Smiling, I said softly, "I had a happy Christmas too because I discovered a secret. The comment I wrote wasn't meant to mock you. I genuinely wish all of you well." Without hesitation, I hung up.

I watched the snowflakes drift down from the ever-darkening sky. The pack house was filled with people laughing and talking happily along with cheery holiday-themed music. It was a nice ambiance. So nice, I didn’t want to ruin it with my melancholy. The truth was, Christmas was one of the harder holidays for me. It didn’t matter how many years passed, all I thought about was Dad and how much I missed him. Hugging my knees to my chest, I rested my chin on them as I continued to watch the snow. The room was almost completely dark when the door behind me opened.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

“We were in the park, and she just walked by. But she was singing. It was a nice, summer day. Not too hot, a little breeze. And she was singing a Christmas song.” “A Christmas song?” Jamie echoed, but he didn’t look surprised. “Yeah, that one from Christmas Vacation. What’s it called? The Hawaiian one?” “Mele Kalikimaka?” Brandon asked. “Yes, that’s it!” Cadence pointed at her sister’s boyfriend who was standing over by his dad. Her eyes went back to Jamie’s face, frozen for a long moment, and she waited to see if he would burst into tears. Instead, it was laughter that tumbled out of his mouth. “She loved Christmas—but that song wasn’t written until 1949, Cadence.”

But all of Bjorn's beatings went through my mind. 'Happy memories..Fvckin happy memories please ..' And I thought of my son who did not even have any memories of me other than the nine months I was pregnant with him. I was about to broke down when a loud music echoed in the mall. It's a Christmas song .. Everyone in the mall was stunned to see the speakers. Who would not be surprised, it's just March in this month. Jingle bells Jingle bells Jingle all the way .. In a blink, Ayesha and Cassandra crept into my mind together with their child when we're celebrating Christmas happily for the past four years in America.

I bid farewell to their happy faces and that's how I'm going to remember them . • Now every Christmas, I sit near the fireplace with mom and dad. I wear the red bow with reindeers on it that gammy gave me on my last Christmas at their place; and I sing. I sing "Last Christmas" through the bottom of my heart and picture gammy and pappy's smiling face. I embrace what's good.

Are you kidding me? She whines in response, which, honestly, just pisses me off more. What am I supposed to do with that? ‘Stupid wolf,’ I mutter, rolling onto my side and clutching the pillow like it’s a life raft. This is officially the shittiest Christmas ever. Forget snowflakes and holiday cheer; all I’ve got is heartache and a wolf who seems to be on Team Lucas. Great. Just great. …… Mia

I sat quietly, and turned to look at the tree with her. “I don’t want it to end.” Chastity whispered. “What?” I asked. “Christmas.” “It was a great day.” “It was the best Christmas I have ever had. For me, Christmas meant making huge meals for everyone I wasn’t allowed to share in. It meant listening as everyone else opened gifts, and had fun. Until Jax left for school he would give me a gift, and so did Luna Jane, but once they were gone those stopped.” “Chastity, I am so sorry.”

The Christmas holidays would be arriving in just a few days. Vivian and Liam took public transport to head out to a supermarket. They bought a lot of discounted items and returned home by the time the sky was dark. When the bus stopped at the intersection, they got down from the bus with their arms loaded with groceries. They walked a long distance before arriving at the door of their house. Vivian’s arms were sore from carrying the groceries, so she tried to sneak away from the chore shamelessly by stuffing the groceries into Liam’s arms. She said, “Take this. I’ll open the door.”