The town folk say I'm holding on to a ghost, to a life that was never meant for me.
To a girl who wants nothing to do with me.
They're wrong.
She would want me, if she were still ali—God, I can't think of that. Of a lonely life permanently without her.
But that's what each day is.
She wouldn't have run off after coming home to me two Christmases ago, giving me the best gift ever. A second chance. I never thought I'd have gotten that. I didn’t deserve it after what I'd done. But after one whole year of cozy dates, we were happy... until all those happy feelings got ripped away from me last year, on a cold Christmas Eve night, when she didn't come home.
Her last sighting was her spotted on some CCTV footage, talking to a guy dressed up as Santa as she left the mall. I'd reported her as a missing person, but the sheriff thought like everyone else, that she'd left me and this town behind again.
But he was wrong. We had a future planned, more cozy dates that she was looking forward to.
Everyone says I just can't let go, and in way, they're right, I can't.
I've searched for Santa for almost a year because no one else would. Because something inside me says the choice to come home last Christmas didn't belong to my girl.
I don't know what he did to her, and part of me is sorry I ever have to find out, but as I stand outside his house, I know I'm not leaving until he's given each gory detail.
Genre: Romance
To a girl who wants nothing to do with me.
They're wrong.
She would want me, if she were still ali—God, I can't think of that. Of a lonely life permanently without her.
But that's what each day is.
She wouldn't have run off after coming home to me two Christmases ago, giving me the best gift ever. A second chance. I never thought I'd have gotten that. I didn’t deserve it after what I'd done. But after one whole year of cozy dates, we were happy... until all those happy feelings got ripped away from me last year, on a cold Christmas Eve night, when she didn't come home.
Her last sighting was her spotted on some CCTV footage, talking to a guy dressed up as Santa as she left the mall. I'd reported her as a missing person, but the sheriff thought like everyone else, that she'd left me and this town behind again.
But he was wrong. We had a future planned, more cozy dates that she was looking forward to.
Everyone says I just can't let go, and in way, they're right, I can't.
I've searched for Santa for almost a year because no one else would. Because something inside me says the choice to come home last Christmas didn't belong to my girl.
I don't know what he did to her, and part of me is sorry I ever have to find out, but as I stand outside his house, I know I'm not leaving until he's given each gory detail.
Genre: Romance
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