CHAPTER FIFTEEN . White Christmas
Was Christmas a marketing scheme? Debatable. Valentine's day definitely was, you couldn't convince her otherwise. It was just an excuse for men to be nice once a year to make up for the rest of the time. She hated Valentine's day - you can't buy love. Oh, I've been terrible for three months? Here's a teddy bear. She was probably just hated it because she had never recieved anything.The closest she had ever gotten was a card from someone in primary school - anonymous, obviously. Even if it was bitterness she still hated seeing hearts everywhere. Literally putting a price tag on love, capitalising on emotion to make a profit. Flowers had never had a better day of sales. She'd be offended if the only day she received a present was because the other person felt obligated to, it made it all seem very fake and insincere.
Though, (thankfully) that wasn't for another three months. Right now it was snow, hot chocolate, candy canes and everything covered in bright lights. Christmas she loved. How could you not? It was childhood wonder encapsulated. Everything felt a little more magical, she can't imagine how anyone could hate it.
She always got a sense of joy around December. Sure, the overcrowded shops and busy streets made her feel extremely claustrophobic but she still loved it despite its flaws. It was the one holiday she would never neglect. She might forget Halloween and Easter but Christmas was too special to ignore. It was hard to when everything was covered in reminders. Even her office had been lazily decorated with tinsel. It made the otherwise dull building look a little more cheerful.
The only thing that wasn't decorated was their apartment. Hence Francesca suggesting that they go shopping. Damon was shocked, usually he was having to beg her to go anywhere. It was a nice change since it showed that she actually wanted to spend time with him and he hadn't just been forcing her against her wishes the whole time.
Though, she didn't really have to 'beg' at all. She brought up casually that they didn't have any decorations and he was already agreeing to go buy some - you could argue that it was his idea.
It was especially reassuring to be shown that she did like spending time with him since he felt like she had been distancing herself. He hadn't brought it up, he just pretended that it was all in his head. Talking about it would just make it real and he didn't want to know why she would be trying to avoid being near him. She was talking to him normally, the only thing different was that she had started avoiding physical touch.
Damon had been very confused by the change in her behaviour. He didn't know what had prompted her to suddenly act differently, nothing had happened recently that he could think would've caused it. He did know that he didn't like it. Though, it wasn't enough to raise concern about. He would complain - there wasn't anything else he could do but deal with it. At least she was still talking to him so he knew that she wasn't mad at him.
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Coffee And Tv, Damon Albarn
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