Prologue: Dead Hearts
She was admiring the twinkling diamonds of snow as they descended from the thick clouds that blinded the moon and stars. She couldn’t help but compare herself to each beautiful crystal, and how each and every one of them will someday melt away and seize to exist.
She wasn’t sure exactly when she stopped believing in Christmas.
She knew she must have at one point. She could remember every so dimly, memories. Memories of writing letters addressed to the North Pole, sitting on the lap of a red-clad bearded man in the local mall telling him in detail exactly what she wanted for Christmas, laying cookies out for Santa, and waiting for him until she feel asleep.
But at some point she stopped. Either the kids at school had convinced her, or her parents told her, or she’d caught them putting presents under the tree themselves. Or maybe a combination. She just couldn’t remember.
This didn’t stop her parents from slipping at least one present ‘from Santa’ in her pile, professing ignorance at how it had appeared there. She’d never wanted to get in a fight on Christmas, or about something so unimportant, so she always just let it go. She knew Santa didn’t exist, so did they, so why did they bother?
It was precisely because of that knowledge that she knew something was wrong when she caught herself nearly writing another letter to Santa. Because as much as she knew she couldn't get what she wanted in any store, she didn't think Santa - even if he DID exist - could give it to her, either.
But nonetheless in the end she was clutching a piece of paper in her hand, on it, beautiful curved writing written for Santa.
“Please fix me.”It has been, a very...very long time. I'am sorry! I promise I'll catch up with everything that I was supposed to do!
& I don't know the pairings for this yet, so..i guess i'll leave it for you guys to decide. Warning, this will deal with leukaemia, bucket lists, and a lot of tear jerkers.
Topic: Hold On to Love & Let Go When You Give It (Read 3666 times)