Hometown in my hometown

7. Fall Like Snow

It's been forever! I know! Give out to me in the comments if u want to cuz I really should be punished. Anyways.... Here's your next chapter. Enjoy! ☺

Ber's POV

Day 140. I've given up on life. I'm too heartbroken to go on. Why did I do that? Why did I write my love away?

Is what I would've written in a diary that I presumably have if I was in an American Drama TV show. But I'm not. I'm living my normal life, how it should be. If you think I have no empathy, you're wrong. It took me 3 weeks to get over my goodbye to Dayl. Actually, wait. Get over? I haven't even still gotten over it. What I should be saying is that I'm no longer feeling sorry for myself and I'm actually trying to live my life now.

How can one day with someone, become into almost half a year thinking about them? If you haven't figured it out yet, unless you're really good at maths, it's almost Christmas. I'm on my Christmas holidays, so I don't have to worry about school.

If you live in Ireland then you'd know that it never snows here. Well, never is too strong a word to use. Let's say, rarely or on the verge of extinction. If that's even possible. It did snow in the year 2010, I was eleven and it was the first time I ever saw snow. Imagine waiting till you're almost a teen, to get the opportunity to see snow!

Anyways, that's besides the point. I'm getting my Christmas tree today. I know what you're thinking, or at least I think I do, why leave it so late Ber? Well you know, there's this thing that always gets in the way called life. 

I'm at a DIY shop, called Woodie's, buying mine and Hannah's tree. Let me rephrase that. Hannah and I are at Woodie's, looking at the Christmas decorations whilst Hannah's and my parents decide on what tree they should get.

"Oh my god Ber! Come look at this decoration." Hannah calls. I walk over to her and see she's standing at an aisle that has ornament's with names written on them. Hannah is holding one in particular in her hand.

"I've never seen this name written on an object till now" Hannah says, holding it up for me. I look carefully at the name carved into the piece of wood. "Dayl". I start fuming. Why did she have to do this. Does she want me to feel sorry for him all the time? I start walking away, out of the shop and towards the car, whilst hearing Hannah call for me.

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Hannah's POV

"BER! BER!" I try calling after her. But it's no use.

"I'm sorry. This was supposed to be a great surprise for her but I guess she still hasn't gotten over you"

"Well, excuse me if this sounds selfish, but I'm happy she hasn't moved on and she hasn't gotten over me." Dayl says, coming out from behind the aisle.

"And I'm glad she didn't see the other ornaments because then she would've realised that the one you were holding didn't belong there" Dayl added with a slight chuckle. But I could see the sad smile he was hiding.