Close your eyes and imagine this;
Glancing up at the train station, you watch as Gerard organizes his luggage, the train stopping as he turns around to face you.
"I don't want you to go, I'll be lonely on Christmas..." You mumble, though he apparently hears your mumbling.
"Don't worry, we'll still Skype, right?" You nod, tears already staining your cheeks. "It won't be for long, I swear."
Hugging each other, you shakily reply, "I just wish that I won't be alone on Christmas."
Pulling away from the hug, he hands you an envelope wrapped in a bright, red bow with your name on it.
Leaning over to kiss you goodbye, he grabs his luggage and waddles over to the train and heads in.
You unravel the envelope and find a picture of you and Gerard in high school, going out to prom.
On the bottom of the picture, there is cursive handwriting wishing you a merry Christmas.
