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It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
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"They'll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of christmases long, long ago..."
Our next Christmas tale is a little sad, in fact, if you are triggered by death in any way, shape, or form, I advise you to proceed with caution, or skip to the next chapter.
This Christmas tale starts in a memorial building in December of 2015. Jooheon felt bad that he wasn't able to visit you with his new busy schedule and he hoped you would understand, I mean, he had just debuted after all. As Jooheon ran up the large marble steps of the memorial building, passing by the other mourners, he was careful not to slip on the icy steps. It was snowing, which made him smile because Christmas was your favorite. "I'm sorry I'm late {Y/N}..." Jooheon said, placing some flowers next to your grave site, a niche with a glass window. Inside your niche were photos of you, your favorite necklace, and your urn. "I know Christmas was your favorite Holiday so I had to come and visit you..." Jooheon said, he paused as if waiting for you to answer. "I debuted! I'm going to be an idol rapper now... everyone knows who I am! Like Micheal Jackson!" He said, feeling a bit excited that his dream was becoming a reality. But he was sad you weren't there to witness it. "I do miss you. A lot." He said after a long pause. Although you had died two years ago, the wound still felt fresh. "I wish you were here..." he added. There was a silence in the memorial building, he was alone in this part of the corridor. In the silence, he thought of all the fun memories you both shared during the holiday season. Whether it was baking cookies and the flour spilled everywhere, or on New Years when your mom let you try champagne for the first time and you thought it was gross. As Jooheon was about to go, he felt a hand rub his back. He jumped, looking around but seeing no one there. "{Y/N}...?" He called out, he didn't know why he called your name, but at the moment it made sense. After no response, he felt a chill go down his spine. But instead of feeling scared, he felt a feeling of comfort. Comforted that you would always be with him, even if you weren't there with him physically. "I know you're watching over me {Y/N}..." Jooheon smiled. "My little Christmas Angel." And with that, Jooheon went on his way.
The end...
This one goes out to everyone who is dealing with a loss this holiday season ❤️
