The Dome.

Christmas

Erin's POV:

Cody: "You've been gone a while"

Erin: "Had things to think about"

I wasn't lying when I told them where I went, but I didn't exactly tell them the whole truth. Truthfully I HAD gone to the indoor dog park but I'd also been to a bunch of other places. I went into a big market with the dogs, buying them both food for being good, then we walked around a park for a little while. Then I took them to Pets At Home to get them some toys which were currently hiding in my car outside for their christmas presents.

I nearly walked straight back out of Pets at Home, considering BTS were blasting through the speakers, they were everywhere, I felt like I was being taunted, seeing their faces plastered on newspapers, on billboards. As I said, they were EVERYWHERE. I couldn't take it for long, I even asked the guy at the counter to change the music which thankfully he did and I got the dogs the stuff they wanted before paying and walking back home with them, where it was snowing like crazy. On my way home I sorted out my thoughts and feelings, well tried. But the only thing on my mind was him.

All I could think about was stupid him.

The way his hair fell in his face, the loose curls against his forehead. The way his skin got itchy and broke out if he got too warm. The way he smiled. Damn that boxy grin. The freckle on his nose. His elephant freckles. And his laugh. God his laugh. I almost smiled thinking about it before realising what I was doing and then trying to turn off my brain. But I couldn't, he'd up and left out of my life, hell he and all of the others mugged us off and all I could do was become overwhelmed and let myself be intoxicated by the thought of him.

Pathetic.

Don't you just hate that sinking feeling in your stomach?, the tightness in your chest, and the occasional Euphoria you get when you develop feelings for someone. I hate feeling so dependent on another person when only months back, I was so sure that I would be content living on my own for the rest of my life. But now, the idea of not being without them just hurts. I hate how intensely I feel this longing for someone else.

Especially when they ended up treating you like shit.

I'd never admitted to myself or to anyone else, but in the months I'd known him, I'd come to adore him, I'd come to like him. Come to love him. I loved him.

And now...now I was a mess.

A mess that wanted the boy she loved to love her back.

But life isn't fair, and wishes don't come true, as hard as you pray and beg they might.

But I suppose there is only one thing I can try to do now, forget those that forget you.

And move on.

I got back home and took off my coat and boots, taking the dogs out of their harnesses and then walking into the kitchen, stealing a cookie and eating it.

It was near 5pm by now and all I wanted to do was go to bed, and wake up to my family on Christmas Day. Though of course I couldn't do that, 'traditions have to be completed no matter what' as my Dad says.

I help my Mum make tea for everyone, which thankfully they seem to enjoy, then my Dad and I hang stockings before playing Christmas music on the TV whilst we finish helping my Mum decorate the house, even if it is literally Christmas tomorrow.