Novel & Cerita I Miss Christmas

Everyone in the pack could see it and was worried about him, but they were helpless to do anything. They knew how deep Dante's feelings for me had been. Losing me was undoubtedly a fatal blow to him. Jack also lost his former liveliness, becoming silent and withdrawn. He seemed to miss me, who had once kept him company. … In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. One day, Dante came to a southern city for business. The reception was filled with clinking glasses and conversation. After it ended, he walked out of the hall alone, with only the cold evening breeze for company.

I realised there was something missing, yes, a Christmas tree. Damn it I cursed underneath my breath; how could I have forgotten about a Christmas tree? Pulling out my phone, I placed an order with a bunch of other Christmas decorations, and even though I wasn't sure if it was going to be delivered in time for Christmas though, I ordered it anyway. To make up for the absence of Christmas decorations, I opted to cook my family a meal or more a feast. Yes, that was exactly what I was going to do. With a determined smile, I rushed upstairs to freshen up and get changed so I could get started on the meal.

Christmas break was just around the corner. A high school group chat that had been dead for years suddenly became lively again. Messages flooded in by the hundreds within minutes. Some people talked about how excited they were to reunite, while others sighed nostalgically about how beautiful those years had been. The class president sent me a private message again, insisting that I attend no matter what. I had ignored every invitation before, but this time, I agreed. Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left.

Ivana snapped back almost instantly, "I've got no time for this. I'm helping Charles look for Bubbles. If Bubbles is truly lost, Charles will be heartbroken." In the next moment, she added, "Besides, Christmas is tomorrow. You're in such a hurry for me to come over because you're jealous, aren't you?" I closed my eyes and let the tears slide down soundlessly. After ten years of marriage, I finally understood that to Ivana, Noelle and I weren't even worth as much as Charles' dog. I took a deep breath and said icily, "Ivana, it was supposed to be your turn to stay with Noelle tonight. If you hadn't left, Noelle might not have…"

I don't know how I'm supposed to live without you. She cried so hard that the despair clinging to her could no longer be hidden. I smiled faintly. "Isn't that simple? "You still have Julian and the two boys. "The four of you can live happily as one big family." The Carter family was bankrupt, while the Scott family was falling apart. They truly were the perfect match.

The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages. I stare at the screen for a long time without moving. This is not the first time they break their promise to me because of Giada. But this time, I do not argue or make a scene. I simply type and send one line calmly in the comments, "I wish your family of four a Merry Christmas." I finally let go of my obsession and stop waiting for people who will never come to me. But when I quietly step away, the ones who cannot let go turn out to be them.

His Christmas brat POV: Jessa “I’m not doing Christmas this year.” I mutter it while tossing clothes into my red weekender bag, folding nothing, dancing in nothing but a thong and an old college tee that barely covers my ass. Mariah’s hitting her high notes through my speaker like she’s personally sick of my seasonal depression. The plan? Solo winter break. Just me, a few bottles of Moscato, and some emotionally stunted men on N*****x.

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

Jasmine loved Christmas so much. She and Hermon used to decorate the Christmas tree at home each year. They would walk through the busy streets on Christmas Day, taking in the joy of everyone around them. However, those beloved Christmas customs had diminished since Jasmine and Thorne relocated overseas. She had actually given up on Christmas completely. She was making an effort to move on. Jasmine was, after all, her daughter, whom she had reared for so many years after carrying for nine months. Now, as she stood in the middle of the thronging masses, memories came flooding back, evoking feelings she had previously dismissed.

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.