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💌Dear Diary... 4 (IH6)

Dear Diary...

...you know how when you decorate the Christmas tree, you always lose at least one ball? I don't mean lose, I mean break.

Every year, no matter what, at least one ball falls off the tree, or out of a person's hand, or someone drops a box, and one always, always breaks.

Well, this year, because I'm super clumsy and decided that I, in fact, could carry five boxes down the stairs, I broke all of them.

Here's the situation, though: My mum was not home. She had just left with my father on a weekend trip out of the country.

The only person who was home alongside me was standing at the foot of the stairs, frozen in her step with her hands covering her mouth, shards of Christmas balls lying all around her.

I, too, couldn't move for a while as shame and embarrassment took over me. My cheeks were red, and I couldn't think properly. How did this happen?!

"Isack."

Her calm voice brought me back to reality. Y/n was still standing at the bottom of the stairs, wearing only socks.

I looked down at her, and she saw my shame.

"It's okay, baby, let's take this one step at a time, okay?"

She gave me a reassuring smile, and I nodded, only now realising that she wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Shit," I finally spoke, ignoring the glass around me as I walked down the stairs in my sneakers, reaching Y/n in less than a second.

She smiled as I wrapped my arms around her, picking her up bridal-style. Her arms went straight around my neck, and she kissed my cheek.

"My hero," she spoke softly, and it calmed me immediately.

I continued walking until I reached the carpet in the living room, where I took off my shoes before stepping onto it and gently placing Y/n on the sofa.

I wanted to turn around to start cleaning up the mess, but Y/n held onto my wrist and tugged at it.

I turned back and saw her gaze into my eyes as she often does when she senses that I'm not feeling too well.

"Come back," she whispered, and I instantly sat down next to her.

My sigh was shaky as I tried to take a deep breath when she asked me to.

"Hey," she inched closer and placed her legs over mine, wrapping an arm around me and holding my cheek with her other hand, "look at me."

I looked into her eyes, which, beyond all odds, were smiling back at me.

"You don't have to worry about anything. Your parents will understand that what happened was an accident, and after we clean up, we'll go out to buy new decorations. How does that sound?"

I sigh: "My mum had some of her favourite decorations in those boxes."

Y/n nodded: "Sure, but I think she'll always choose you over any decoration any day."

I smiled, nodding: "Yeah, she would."

"See?" Y/n kissed my cheek, "there's nothing to worry about."

I leaned my forehead against her temple as she gently caressed my cheek. The distant scent of her perfume entered my senses, and I couldn't help but fall in love just a little more in that moment.

"I love you, Y/n," I whispered, and she smiled up at me.

"I love you too, Isack."

Our lips were inches from touching, so I made the move and leaned in. She closed her eyes and melted into my touch, climbing onto me.

Let me tell you, I completely forgot the shards of broken glass behind us.

But the rest of the morning, after cleaning up the mess and buying new decorations, was the best I'd had in a long while.

Bye!

***

Don't we all break at least one Christmas ball a year?

I know I do.

Every. Single. Time.

see ya!

x

Brooke