So I've tried my hand at a short, and I mean short, Christmas drabble.. It's gonna be a bit angsty at first, I warn you, but I know it's gonna be a good, happy ending. There's gonna be about 10 chapters I guess; maybe more, maybe less - but they're gonna remain around this length. I hope you enjoy!
Everywhere I walked there were reminders of my life with him.
Christmas songs blaring through speakers of shops; the decorations lining the shop windows; the crowds of people going about their christmas shopping without a care in the world. I envied them.
I spent this time of year, each and every single year for the past 3, alone. And I deserved to. I knew what I was doing when I spoke those final words to him; I knew how much they would break him.
But I was an insecure, naive little girl and I thought I was doing the best thing for him when I abandoned him. When I left him. When I disappeared without a trace. Gone.
Sometimes I like to think he looked for me; that him and his family did everything they could to find me and bring me home to where my heart belonged. Other times, most times, I hate thinking that. It makes me feel guilty and an awful human being for even considering to enjoy their misery and determination to find the girl who didn't want to be found.
Or at least that's what I think. That I didn't want to be found.
That day I left Forks, Washington.. that horrible, freezing cold and soaking day, was one of the worst days of my life. The agony I felt as I whispered goodbye to my life there and drove out of and away from that small town, was indescribable. Indescribable. But I did it, because I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was, honestly.
And now, as I sit in this small cafe that is blasting "All I want for Christmas" by Mariah Carey, I curse myself and my immature decisions those years ago.
For that horrible, freezing cold and soaking day I left him.. was Christmas Eve.