BACK TO DECEMBER

A/N: SO! My first wattpad story! I decided to make it because I couldn't have an account and just read other stories right? Well technically I could, but that's not really-

MMKAY. BACK ON TRACK. Anyway, this is a short story(duh) based off of the song back to December by Taylor swift. It's on the side(external link) if you wanna listen. Some of the stuff will make more sense if you do, but you don't have to:) k, READ ON!

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The snow is falling today, and the clouds look like they are heavy with the combined weight of winter gloom. It is the 2nd month and 13th day since it happened, and I still don't feel normal. It's my fault, I know. But there are times, usually at night, when I get to thinking, and then the walls I've built fall down and my heart breaks anew. And it was all me, but at times like those I blame him. And I feel so cold and hard, and bitter.

Now the snow is stopped, leaving a pristine white blanket on the lawn. Later it will be ruined by tracks as my mother pulls in from her errands downtown. But right now, it is perfect.

I walk downstairs and to the kitchen. Time to dispel, or at least attempt to dispel, my cold winter heartbreak.

Pouring water and placing it on the old fashioned stovetop,I feel myself calming Performing such a simple task seems to remind me that no matter how hard life is, some things will always stay rock solid......like cocoa. I smile for a fleeting second. I reach for the highest cupboard, but my hand doesn't reach. HE would be able to, he would lift me up and stroke my hand as he reached for the packets of cocoa. Then we would sit in the old treehouse and sip the steaming mugs, as he....

NO. Stop, Lyra. You promised you wouldn't dwell. I tell myself.

It's so hard, though. No matter how hard I try I can't stop these flashbacks. To summer, riding in his car, those first days of our relationship. To fall, that night when I was crying, and he held me in his arms. And I realized I loved him. To that day, 3 months past, when I....

There I go again. I firmly shake my head and pull over the nearest chair. Climbing up on top, I easily reach the packs of hot chocolate and place them on the counter. Replacing the chair, my long hair snags on a wooden twist in the table. As I tug it free, a small part tears from my head with a hot pain. I stifle a yelp and stare at the auburn pile. I rub my head and reposition my hair over the part, even though it barely shows. I place the hair in my pocket for birds' nests.

The pot begins whistling, its ever present signal to remove its round white self from the stove. I do so, and make my cocoa. The soft powder tumbles into the blue cup. Taking my treat, I return upstairs.

Sipping my drink, I look out at the snow. How pretty it is, with its undisturbed--wait. A long trail of dark footprints leads to the front door and back to the road. Shocked, I run downstairs and to the door. Unlatching it, I stumble onto the porch and find....

Nothing. Just the path of footprints and...a pile of dead rose petals.

There's no stopping it this time. I'm immediately plunged into a memory.

<<FLASHBACK>>

the December night was warm for the month, and we stood in front of a white one story house. He looked at me with hurt and confusion in his blue eyes. Another time, I might have backed down, but not tonight.

"Lyra, don't do this. We can work it out."

"no! We CAN'T. You're a liar, and a heartbreaker, and-"

" I told you, we are NOT together! I've never even seen her before until you pointed her out today!"

" nice try, boy. "

" I'm serious! Look, I brought you roses...."

" I don't want your roses!"

I grab them and toss them to the ground.

"Lyra.....?"

"just go."

"but...I..."

"go."

He begins to walk away, then turns.

" I swear, I haven't cheated on you! I love you! Please..."

But I don't hear the rest. I'm too busy crushing the rose petals.

<<END OF FLASHBACK>>

With a shock, I jerk out of the flashback. My face is wet, and I taste salt. I realize I am crying. stupid, stupid! I say to myself. I just pushed him away, the best thing I've ever had. There's only one thing to do. I begin to follow the footprints.

They lead me to a place I know. I walk up the creaky steps and linger in front of the door. Just do it, girl. I raise my hand and knock.

Nobody comes.

I try again.

Still nothing.

I turn away, but suddenly see a flicker of movement in the window above. So someone is home! With renewed determination, I knock.

Nothing.

Frustrated, I just turn the knob. It turns easily, and I feel a leap of satisfaction. Â Something stops the movement. I look down, and see that there is a chain on the door.

I run back home, away from the white one story house, and jerk open the door. I collapse on the foot of the stairs and sob, letting it consume me. Feeling something in my pocket, I pull out the small bundle of hair.

Staring at the pile of shorn off beauty, I cry anew. The snow begins again as I bawl, no longer trying to stop the flashBack To December.

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So yeah! Just a quick story, but i might add more if it seems like people would like me too. Once again, I LOVE YOU FOR READING! Now I sound like a creeper. Well, more of one. MMKAY WHERE WAS I. oh yeah. I love you for reading in a totally not wierd way. And I'm not a creeper, either. And I'm not outside your window right now. HAHA IM FUNNY. yeah, not really. ANYWAY. thanks for reading! Like I said, I might add more if people want me too:)

K bye!!!