Novel & Cerita I Miss Christmas

He asked Cassie and she nodded. “Sure.” She replied and walked past him. Alex waited till Cassie walked into his suite before walking closer to Scott. “Hey, I’m sorry. She really didn't spend the night here, we… “ “Can you chill, man?” Alex cut him off and he raised his brows in confusion. “Yeah, sure. What's up?” “We missed Christmas.” “Yeah, I know. We always miss Christmas.” “What can I get a lady for Christmas?” He asked and Scott's expression slowly changed and he smirked.

It is currently the 23rd of December meaning it is our last working day of the year. It's a Friday and from Monday our winter holidays are starting and I am over the moon about it. Christmas might just be my favorite time of the year. I can't wait to go back home to Charlotte and spend a couple of days with my dad and my brother. My brother recently got a girlfriend, from what I've heard she's the nicest person ever so I'm so excited to finally meet her! As much as I love living in New York at times I get frustrated and sad because I don't get to see my family as much as I would want to so I always end up feeling left out because I'm not always there for the small and sometimes big things ha

"Never say never. Who knows…" Gosh, she was truly hopeless! Not wanting to listen to her nonsense anymore, I ended the call. Later events proved I shouldn't have done that. At least then I could have prepared myself for what was to come. … After the Christmas break, Louis and I both returned to work. The first morning rush after the holidays always resulted in unusually congested traffic. To make matters worse, I seemed to get caught at every red light possible. The trip that usually took no more than half an hour ended up taking me almost 50 minutes.

Like a hum in my bones. I missed her laugh, I missed the way she raised one eyebrow when she was amused but trying to look unimpressed. I missed our texts, even the sarcastic ones. I missed our silences too, the comfortable kind, not the distance-filled kind we’d gotten too used to these past few days. Especially over Christmas. God, Christmas. It wasn’t like we hadn’t talked. We did. In fact we talked every day, but it just wasn’t enough. Maybe because our conversations never lasted as long as I wanted them to.

Erica's excited by the idea of having a new baby brother by summer. Me? I'm excited by our new Christmas tradition. I get to re-enact our first Christmas sleepover. Sandy's even wearing that silly, ratty old robe. She's promised never to get rid of it. Christmas will always be bitter sweet to me, and sometimes I still get the blues and need some time to myself to think about those little girls that had their lives cut short so unfairly. I miss them terribly, and think about them every day. Christmas will never be the same. But I'm not complaining.

I closed my eyes and reflected on today's activities. It was a really long and traumatizing one. I sighed and picked up my phone. My eyes fell on the date. It was exactly one week until Christmas. It didn't even feel like it. I hoped I would be able to celebrate Christmas with Ryan this year. We had missed eight Christmas together, which might not seem like a lot, but it was a lot. There was a tendency for this year's to be ruined, though, because the wedding was the day after Christmas. So yeah, I would see how that goes.

“I’ll be expecting you tonight.” My voice came out quieter than I intended. She smiled, said something else I barely registered, then the call ended. I switched off the tablet slowly and let it rest on the sofa beside me. The villa felt too quiet again. I leaned back, staring at the space in front of me without really seeing it. Christmas. A word that used to mean warmth, laughter, family. Somewhere along the way, it had turned into something bittersweet. A reminder of what was missing. A reminder of people I had lost, choices I had made, paths I could not walk again.

Christmas is the time of the year where there's lots of sweets to chow on, snow, ice skating and I get a lot of presents from Santa aka dad. My last Christmas wasn't all that memorable, I didn't go skating as was tradition and the tree wasn't filled with present, just a little here and there. Mary Lou our cook was in depression and from my mom shouting hear and there —she was in a sour mood too— most the food ended up burnt. I cried throughout Christmas until the next day. But this Christmas is going to be better, yes no daddy but there's mummy and there's Aaron and Jesse and Nadine and Peyton. Let's not forget Liv my personal fighter.

Yet, I was losing sleep over the agony of not knowing what was going through his mind. “What’s up with you?” Mindy asked, bringing me my favorite coffee. It was Friday morning, and I was itching for one-thirty to strike the clock. That would be when I’d get to see Mack, and maybe he’d apologize for being such a douche. “I’m just tired.” She nodded her head. “Tell me about it. Christmas is less than a month away, and I have zero shopping done.” I sighed. “I haven’t even thought about it. My family might be getting gift cards this year.”

“Aryan can stay! But I need to go, otherwise, I’ll lose some splendid opportunities to showcase my talent.” “It’s alright, I understand.” Mishka smiled. “I’ll plan to come to Canada for my honeymoon! We’ll spend some good time together.” She said, hugging her from behind and left the room, leaving Riya dumbfounded and it took her a few minutes to compose herself, and she threw the list she was making. *** The Christmas party was in the full swing. Everyone was enjoying except the Knights, who were missing their grandkids. Initially, Christian tried to enjoy with everyone, laughing, mingling up with guests and business associates, but later, he grew silent as if all his energy was drained.