Amourshipping // Christmas One-Shots

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Warning: this is a sad one holy mother of breakfast-

By @amourkingler

The Wait

Today is Christmas Eve, when everyone is celebrating and having fun. However, I do not belong to the majority.

It isn't the festival that I hate. It is the date today, 24th December that I hate.

I have tried to make up for it, but the person I love just didn't appear. I have repeatedly deceived myself, lied to myself that he will reappear. It has been a good eight years since he left me.

My mother, Grace has told me to give up on him and move on in life, find a better guy.

I am 31 years old now.

Waking up from my bed, I moved across the room to my desk and peered at the multiple photographs. Those youthful times spent with my family and friends and most importantly, him.

He was my first. I gave him my first.

He was the one who shaped me to who I am today. He taught me what values are. He also taught me to never give up till the end.

However, I had a quarrel with him this day eight years back. It wasn't those small small quarrels over nitty gritty things.

It ended so badly that I broke up with him. Now I regretted leaving him on the Christmas Eve. And that was the last time I saw him.

Now that the sun had set, I exited my room and headed down the stairs, only to be met with my mother, Grace.

She asked, "Dear, where are you going?"

I was unmistakably dressed in my full winter clothing, planning to go out into the snow.

"To the Harbour Mall, of course!" I replied.

"Don't tell me, you are still waiting for him?" she questioned and further elaborated, "He isn't worth your time, now is which year two thousand seventeen..."

I interrupted, "Eight years mom!"

She approached me and said, "Dear, listen to me, don't waste anymore of your time, you are not young anymore. He will not return to you. He cannot be revived. He isn't in this world anymore!"

I cleared my throat and replied firmly, "Mom, I am not wasting my time, he will return, I just know he will!"

"He will never return, his plane crashed into the sea, there's no way he could have survived. Even if he survived, why in this eight years didn't he come back and look for us." she retorted.

"But..."

Grace landed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my blue eyes "Forget about him, there are many other better options out there, even Delia has accepted the truth!" she exclaimed.

"Just this one last time," I pleaded starring into her eyes, "Give me one more try, I believe he will return!"

There was silence for a moment as we glared into each other eyes.

Perhaps Grace saw the determination in my eyes, she sighed in defeat. She probably knew my love for him was too strong and had never changed since day one I laid my eyes on him. She eventually gave in to my request.

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Once I stepped out of my comfort home, I was immediately slapped by the cold breeze, as if I had done something wrong.

As my car was parked at the end of the street, I slowly braved my way through the white snow.

It pelted on my thick winter clothing and melted.