Last Christmas (Alex Gaskarth)

Merry Christmas, Krista

Time: 9:22 PM

This is her most depressing Christmas in her whole life.

Krista just realized that she has no more money left and she's here waiting for Stephen to pick her up. Earlier ago she asked a couple of her neighbors if it was possible for her to borrow some cash but all she receives was a slam on the face or a "Merry Christmas", so she phoned Kat that she wouldn't be able come and tells her that she'll be spending the holiday in her apartment instead. But with her friend insisting that she won't, she tells her that she's going to wait for Stephen to pick her up. And she waits for how many hours, sitting on the staircase and leaning on the wall while tracing the scratches and lines of the old wood.

She shouldn't have broken up with Callum. She would've been attending to that...party of his, and not stuck here remorsing in almost everything. She would've been in a fancy dress right now and eating something. She shouldn't have even...talked to him at the first place. She shouldn't have been agreeing to what her two friends got her in to, and now look at the outcome. And God, what's happening to her lately. She shouldn't even be here. She would've been at home right now, eating from the leftovers of last night and do a lot of stuff, other than sitting here and feeling like shit.

Krista finally decides to walk to a bar she hasn't been in to just across the street, and texts Kat that she'll just be there waiting.

The woman sees its glass door with a sign saying "Open" and pushes it, finding only a small lot of people inside. There is a man probably around the age of forty singing drunkenly on the stage, and a couple of middle-aged folks. She sits on a stool and orders to the old bartender some Bailey's, and watches the people sitting and smoking.

"You look all alone, young lady" he says while giving her the galss. She looks up at him and sees his face with wrinkles in almost everywhere on his face. "Where are your friends? Or you're family?" he adds with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"I'm waiting for someone."

He smirks at this. "Boyfriend?"

She shakes her head. "A friend."

The man on the stage bows after finishing his song, only a couple of scattered claps given for him.

"Y'know, little girl, this place ain't for you. This place is for the singletons. The old people who are tired and sad in living their lives and who decide to come in to this place and get more and more depressed and miserable. A kid like you ain't belong here, especially since it's Christmas."

Krista chuckles at this and drinks the glass in her hand. "You've got it all wrong, sir. I am just as sad as like you than you thought I wouldn't. "

He hums. "Well, then, Merry Christmas..."

"Krista."

He nods. "Merry Christmas, Krista."