❝ synthetic ❞╭──╯ . . . . . gerard way

all i want for christmas is you

basically, [name] and gee have a fight and their relationship seems to be in shambles,, he wishes for nothing but for her to come back. 

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"C'mon Gee, at least hang some ornaments," Mikey said, waving a box of ornaments in my face. The rattling rang through my ears, the light reflecting off the round, cheery decorations but all I felt was a painful dread. My heart was heavy, weighing down on my holiday spirit. 

"You're doing fine yourself, enjoy the fact I left my room," I mumbled, leaning back on the couch and sinking in, the fabric causing my clothes to shift uncomfortably, but I could care less. Usually, I'd be nice to my family around this time of year, but I was not in the mood. It's not like I'd get what I want, anyway. 

"I know you miss her, we all do, but you gotta do something. I don't expect you to want to, but who knows, maybe you'll have some fun," My mom attempted to get me to feel better about this, but all she got in response was a bitter glare. 

I didn't want to have fun; I just wanted to be with her. 

I sighed, fidgeting with my fingers. I've gotta get her back...

I as contemplated my options, but nothing came to mind. As much as I love her, it's not so simple. 

I just have to pray she'll be knocking at my doorstep any moment from now. 

"Just get over it already, man. It's been months," Mikey said quietly, annoyed with my constant downer attitude. At this point, I was at my tipping edge. 

"'Just get over it'?! Mikey, you don't know shit!" I spat, sitting up to leave the room dramatically. 

My mom said something else, but I brushed it off as I stomped up the stairs, hiding the tears that threatened to spill. This can't be it; I'm not just going to get over her. Nothing will be anything without her. 

Ya know, I had a whole thing ready for her for Christmas, which was tomorrow, mind you, she woulda loved it. I could just picture the wonder in her eyes, the brightest smile with the warmest heart. 

Man, how could I fuck it up this bad? She was the one thing I had left. The only thing to make me truly happy, but it's all gone.

I sat at my desk, resting my head in my hands as I brushed away the heavy stream of salty liquid running down my cheeks. I took in shakey breaths, but each one was bitter and appalling without [name]. 

I heard a sudden knock at my door. 

"Gee, can I come in?" My mom called quietly from the other side in a soft tone. I sighed, trying to toughen myself out for my mom. 

"Yeah," I called in the clearest voice I could muster. I walked in, closing the door behind her with a small box in her hands. I looked at it questioningly before brushing it off and distracting my hands with the nearest thing on my desk. 

"I know you two had something special, she made you so happy, and I could tell you did the same for her," She paused for a moment, recollecting herself before continuing. "Before she left, she gave me this box and said to give it to you for Christmas, but it wouldn't hurt a day before. I don't know what's inside. I'll leave it to you to decide what to do with it. But I think you should open it." 

She passed me the gift, which I reluctantly took. I read the label, it was her handwriting.

"To Gerard,
I love you more than
words could ever say
Love, [name]"

 I almost teared up at the sight. I didn't wait any longer before I gripped the lid, slowly pulling it off the cute, blue box. Inside was some white tissue paper, which I rummaged through to find a smooth, leathery square. I pulled it out to see it was a wallet, engraved with our names.