𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜.𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

sum sum ig

idk wtf was going on or what the timeline was when i wrote this chapter but imma js drop it for yall cause fuck it also its v unfinished 




last sent message;
boy go to the deepest part of hell.
i hate you, get it in ur fucking thick ass skull.

cree
ok yn i get it

merry christmas

cree
merry christmass
read 12:10am

cree
check ur porch
left ur gift

i told u dont get me shit
return it or give it to the next bitch

cree
i can't do that, i understand how you feel but i left it on your porch, please go get it
y/n dont be so stubborn
please it can't be out long

whatever

you groan loudly as you slam your phone into the red and white snowflake throw blanket that laid across your bed. you slip on your black and white pantuflas and the white fluff inside rubs against the fabric of your socks as you trudge down each step.

your parents are off delivering the gifts they've gotten their friends and mikasas gone to go on a snow date with eren. "lets see what the cat dragged in" you mumble with sass as you turn the bottom lock of the door and it makes a thick snap sound.

you look to your porch, snow all around except right where the welcome mat used to be, (moved because it was getting covered in snow), was a heart drawn, pushing all the snow away and the inside of the heart was empty of snow but a big black box in the middle.

the box isn't completely black, it has a big purple christmas bow on top, and writing apparently on all four sides. you move down and sit on the floor where the line of the door is, bending your knees and sitting your ass on the back of your legs.

you tilt you're head seeing big bold letters painted in white, 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓, it says, directly under it there's a fine print, "𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗲; 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗿..𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠" and under that it says, "𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾." you can tell connie took his time because with each curve of the letter it was perfected with clean line ups.

you shift to the side and read the short side of the box, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, the white looks so clear against the pitch black background, this one takes you by surprise just a smidge. again he spares you the definition, "𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻", and right under, "𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎." you feel yourself becoming emotional. you open your eyes real big because you feel them becoming wet, you can feel the tear in the corner of your eye starting to peel itself away from the holds of your eye socket.

you wipe the one short tear that falls from your right eye and move to hover over to see the back of the box, its a little harder to read and your knee bumps into at as your body's starting to move closer to falling past the door line completely out on to the porch.