We somehow found ourselves back in the cold elements. The snow was falling. We huddled by the fire to stay warm.
"The fire's going out," I said quietly.
The falling snow was falling thicker, heavier, and colder. A storm was brewing up.
"Yes," said Sierra. She looked into my eyes. "We're going to die; you know that, right?"
"Together, Sierra. We're going to die together. And that makes all the difference."
"I love you, Jonas."
"I love you, Sierra." A tear leaked out of my eye. "And I'll see you up there, Sierra. In heaven."
"Merry Christmas, Jonas," Sierra said quietly, weeping silently, leaning her head into my shoulder.
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Dark Christmas
FantasyJonas and Sierra must figure out who they are and reclaim their memories... before it's too late.
