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IMNSO FRIKIN HAPPY BC LIKE 40K RESDS AJDNWKF

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ITS SAD BC ONLY LIKE 2 MORE CHAPTERS AND AN EPILOGUE AND BOOM! 12:26 IS OVER :(

heres the lineup that I have planned:

chapter 30
chapter 31
epilogue
playlist
character q&a
acknowledgments / an

ITA ALMOAT OVWR I WANNA CRY OMFG

SO ENJOY

THIS IS LIKE RLY SHORT BUT AYE ITS AN UPDATE

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"Despite the cold, I was burning inside."

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On Christmas Eve, Nash's parents insisted that dad, Anna, Will and I stay at their house for a huge celebration and Christmas the next morning. Since their house was gigantic, we fit easily. Their only problem was that Nash and I were inseperable. They trusted us, though, so Nash and I never left eachother's side.

We knew his birthday was nearing.

Nash sighed beside me as we watched old black and white movies. "I love Christmas," he said, smiling.

I shrugged. "Not this year."

He looked at me flatly. "Babe, get over me."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Nash, I still don't know how I'm going to breathe without you." I sat up, pausing the movie.

"It's simple," he smiled. "Inhale, exhale, repeat."

I slapped his chest. "Nash, I'm serious!"

He chuckled. "I know, I know. But, Willow, if I'm gonna die I might as well laugh about it."

I sighed, nuzzling into his chest. "Don't remind me," I groaned.

He wrapped me in his arms, kissing my head. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Hamilton."

We sat in silence, listening to the soft buzz of the television and thinking about our lives. He took my hand in his. I looked at him, his eyes welling with tears. "I'm scared," he whimpered.

My heart became heavy."Nash," I cooed.

"I'm serious," he croaked. "W-What if it hurts, Willow?" He chewed his lip to stop tears from spilling out.

I blinked. "I don't know," I said, rubbing my tempes.

"It's already killing me inside that I'm leaving you. What if it becomes so painful to the point of numbness and I just fade away." He sniffed. "I want to go out in a bang."

I swallowed, tears developing on such a pleasant holiday. "Nash, change the subject."

He sighed but was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, "What are your regrets?"

I thought about it for a while. "I regret the chances I never took. I regret not telling you my feelings for you earlier," I admitted.

Nash gave me a weak smile. "I regret not meeting you until only a few months ago. I regret not telling you how beautiful you were every single day," He whispered. "I regret not telling you how much you mean't to me when I first got my feelings. I regret keeping the biggest secret of my life from you. But most importantly," He looked me dead in the eye. "I regret ever meeting you, Willow Raynes."

I felt a hot, messy sadness creep up my throat until I could barely swallow. "Why?"

He rubbed his eyes. "I never wanted you to go through hell with me."

"I volunteered." I ran a shaky hand through my hair, crossing my legs to sit Indian style.

"But it hurts so fucking much to see you this broken," He cried out.

I gave him a weak smile. "I'm not broken. I'm shattered to the point of no restoration. But if I could," I tilted his head up so that his eyes were connected with mine. "I would go back to the very first day I met you and do it all over again. Pain and all."

His blue looked into mine deeply. "Me too."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Nash and I both wiped our eyes hurriedly before Nash let out a hoarse "Come in."

"Hey guys," Anna smiled. "There's cookies down here."

Nash and I looked at eachother, a grin on each of our faces as we raced out the door, nearly knocking Anna down in the process. It was Nash who got to the cookies first, taking one and stuffing it into his mouth. I flipped him off, taking a few for myself.

"It's snowing," Nash said nonchalantly.

"No it's not." I rolled my eyes and walked to the window. "It hasn't snowed here since I was 8."

"That," He pointed out the window into the darkness of the night. "Is snow."

I looked outside closely, specks of white fluttering to the ground. "Oh my God!" I shrieked. "It's snowing," I giggled.

Nash smiled at how happy I had become. "Let's go play in it?"

I nodded excitedly. "Yes!" I drug him to the door and shoved on my boots, Nash doing the same.

"Ya'll are gonna freeze if you go outside in just that," Camilla said from the couch. I looked down at my thin jogging pants and longsleeve undershirt.

Nash waved her off. "Who cares?"

He took my hand and we slipped outside into the cold. White covered the ground, the darkness all aroud us seeming to make the snow even brighter. I giggled like a school girl as I ran into the cloud like ice, immediately making a snowball and chucking it as Nash.

He squealed once it hit his back. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Game on."

I yelped, running behind a tree in their front yard and making as many snowballs as possible. Without hesitation, Nash stepped around the corner, a creepy little smirk on his face as he hurled snowballs at me. I shrieked from the coldness and the excited adreneline pulsing through me. "Nash!"

I chased after him, tackling him into the snow, both of us becoming coated in it. I giggled as I looked into his eyes. "You have snow on your eyelashes."

"Get it off," He said calmly, a smile on his face.

I brushed my fingertips over his lashes carefully, collecting the small flurries of white. "There."

"You have snow on your lips." His eyes fluttered to my lips suggestingly. "Here, let me get it."

Before I knew it, he crashed his lips to mine. "Wow," I said flatly as we pulled away. "Typical dude."

I rolled off of him and began to make a snow angel beside him. "Damn," he said. "I spy two angels."

I blushed when I picked up what he was saying. "You're too perfect sometimes."

"So I've been told." He grinned at me. "Say, would have this dance with me?" He asked all sofisticated like as he stood, taking my hand.

I nodded. "Of course," I said, letting him pull me up.

He wrapped me into his arms tightly, his hands tenderly on my waist as we swayed. I played with his hair as I looked into his eyes deeply. "Fuck you," I growled.

He widened his eyes. "What did I do?"

"You're a terd. That's what you did." I rested my head on his chest.

I felt him grin. "Fuck her right in the pussy?"

I sniffed, a satisfied smile on my face. "Fuck her right in the pussy."