Chapter 12

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parkeresten got a quick flick while the sun was still up

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louispartridge_: still waiting for the snow

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parkeresten: it was snowing right before u got here i swear

milliebobbybrown: no invite

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zaraesten: he wasn't even invited

parkeresten: hey :(

louispartridge_: i know u guys missed me

ryderesten: i missed you

charlesesten: So did I.

parkeresten: yuck!

maisystella: photo cred 🙋‍♀️

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parkeresten: always

william.franklyn.miller: why am i always left out of the reunions

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parkeresten: hop on a plane to knoxville!


Confusion filled the room as the doorbell rang unexpectedly. My family wore wide smiles, a secret they shared as the front door slowly creaked open. And then, there he was – Louis, standing in the doorway, a living embodiment of warmth and familiarity. It felt surreal, like a dream I feared would shatter with the slightest touch.


Abandoning all pretense, I leaped into his arms, the incredulous words tumbling from my lips, "You're real, you're here." Pulling back to meet his gaze, I found reassurance in his smiling eyes. "I'm here," he replied, confirming the reality of his presence. The joyous reunion extended to hugs with everyone in the house, each moment solidifying the fact that this was not a dream.


His sudden appearance defied logic, prompting me to question the reality of the moment. Why was he here on Christmas? What about his family? Louis, ever the bearer of good news, explained that his family had gifted him an early Christmas present – a plane ticket to be with me. He joked about their apparent desire for a Christmas reprieve from him, and I, overwhelmed with gratitude, pulled him into yet another embrace.

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