And I've completely lost myself and I don't mind
I can't say no to you
The snow that blows outside the big windows makes this Christmas Eve seem even more Christmas-y. I'm clutching Claire's hand as we weave in and out of the people shopping around in the nearest department store to La Push, all the way up in Port Angeles, an hour away. Claire and I both need to finish our Christmas shopping. Claire's excited because this is the first year she's buying presents with her own money. I told Mrs. Young I'd take her, and we were out.
Once Claire and I have bought our items, we head into the whirling snowstorm. Flakes of white collect in Claire's long black hair, and the contrast is sort of beautiful. I'm not thinking like that yet, but the snow in her hair is the door opening to Claire's teenage years.
i'm not gonna ruin this drabble with a long AN. review, don't ghostread! lovelovelove, m