23 parts Complete Years after years after years of loving Christmas, of feeling the snow fall gently across your skin, of watching the dark town burst into brilliant colors, you would think everything was perfect. And maybe it is from someone not living my life. Not having to worry about their family, about their child. Someone who didn't have to check the phone every five seconds to be sure your mother was still alive. Christmas used to mean everything to me, used to be the epitome of my world. But things change. Feelings change..
I just wonder, if this year everything can go back to the way it was before my world went up in flames..