Christmas Eve. A time for joy, laughter and family. A time for celebrating the wondrous year behind and the new adventures in the future. But in one empty park, covered in fluffy white snow, sits a girl, 18 years, on a bench. Her brown hair covers her fair face, her cheeks, rosy red from the cold and her eyes, lifelessly staring. Tears run down her cold face, while she shivers, clutching a picture to her heart. If you could see the picture, you'd glance upon a man, no older then 40, carrying a ten year old girl on his shoulders. And if the picture could talk, you would discover that the man is fighting a battle with Leukemia. And only a few days ago did he lose that fight. And to the girl on the bench, that man was her hero, her father. He was the one who gave her a reason to live everyday. But like a candle, the hope in her heart had been extinguished. The girl's body is shaking as she pours out her soul.
Suddenly, a boy appears. He is also 18 years of age. His brown hair is covered by an old baseball hat, his blue eyes are searching. They finally rest upon the girl. He races up to her, and holds her close. He whispers in her ear comforting words as the girl slowly starts to calm down. He takes off his jacket, wraps it around her slim figure and rocks her slowly. Minutes pass as the boy attempts to keep her calm. You sense that there is a connection between these two, a connection called love. Together they get up, the girl still clutching the picture, the boy still clutching her and they walk out of the park holding hands.
They come upon a house, lit brightly by Christmas lights, warmed up by a fire, and filled with the smells of a feast, and laughter of teenagers. The door opens, and 2 girls, a blond wearing all pink attire, and an African-American, coming rushing up to greet the couple. Hugging the girl, they all smile, glad to be together. Two other boys, one with brown bushy hair, and another, a replica of the blond girl, gives manly hugs to the boy and go to the girl, hugging her as well. The 6 of them are laughing, crying and hugging, happy to see there friend again. They know the sad events of the past week, and the effect it had on the brown-haired girl. They know of the barrier she has built around herself as she mourns his death. And they know that the blue-eyed boy was their only chance of breaking down the barrier. Finally, they all sit down around a large table, with their feast before them.
Later, as the party is winding down, bellies full, presents opened, carols sung, the six friends gather around the fire happy to be in the presence of each other. The Latino girl, still carrying the picture, carefully sets it on the mantle, praying to her father. The boy with blue eyes gathers her in his arms, kissing her forehead. The other four gaze happily at the young couple, with the bushy haired boy and African girl smile in each other's arms and the two twins thankful for their family. And as you gaze on this beautiful sight, you begin to realize what Christmas is all about. The house is quiet, Christmas is peaceful and hope is restored in the young girl's heart. She was happy again.
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Hey! This is my first fic, so enjoy and comment. Constructive criticism welcome, I'm always looking for ways to improve. :D Love Ya!
-OneShotGirl