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I couldn't deny it.

The pain of not seeing Nick was eating a hole right through my heart- the part where all of my memories of Nick and I were stored.

I was absolutely losing it.

Everything anyone said or did reminded me of him.

The memories usually weren't this powerful.

Normally everything Nick related had faded into a blurry, questionable past.

Nothing about my delusions of him was right- and I could feel that.

He was my past.

My painful past.

It felt like he had ripped my heart out- and took it with him to New Hampshire.

I hadn't realized that I was going mad.

I could have easily gone online and found out his phone number, to hear his voice, to demand he come here and return my heart, but I couldn't.

I didn't think I would be able to talk to him after six years.

I would probably end up just hanging up on him, and getting even more worked up and depressed afterwards.

Everyone was always clustered around me, trying to make me feel better.

But, honestly, the only person in the world right now who could make me feel better was God knows where, doing God knows what with God knows who.

I knew wishing on that stupid star was a waste of time, and it was only another three seconds spent thinking about something that would never happen.

Especially with me living in a city this big.

It would take a miracle to see him again, and a huge one at that.

The days dragged endlessly along, the pain only got worse, the emptiness I felt in my heart burned stronger.

My friends and family were fed up with me, except Selena, who thought it as her job to cheer me up.

I hoped she enjoyed disappointment.

Gradually, over time, I began to cheer up, not seeing a point in what I was doing.

Everyone was happy to see me a little better, and I tried harder than ever to rid Nick out of my thoughts.

I think the problem before was that I didn't want to stop thinking of him, in fear of forgetting his perfect features, the way his brown eyes lit up when he smiled.

But now, after the effect it was having on me, not to mention my friends, I didn't think he was worth it.

A normal person would have let it go by now.

Six years was a pathetic amount of time for someone to try to get over the loss of their best friend.

So, I mentally burned all the memories I had of him- good or bad, and I felt better.

Or worse.

I couldn't decide.

Selena was ecstatic to see me more or less myself again.

She thought this was all due to her, but I didn't argue with her, knowing that it would only hurt her feelings.

The difference in me was noticeable to everyone I knew.

Instead of ignoring me like people had been, they came over to say hi.

Sometimes I would hear people muttering his name, or even his very own voice talking to me.

I knew I was going absolutely crazy, so I ignored my hallucinations, and went on with my life.

The months now flew by like days, and soon it was Christmastime.

The buildings in the city were decorated in sparkly, bright decorations that were impossible to miss.

Snow drifted down, and there was always a few feet of snow on the ground.

The term 'White Christmas' certainly applied here.

There was nothing in sight that wasn't blanketed in white.

It seemed as if the people's moods rose and fell drastically with the weather.

When the sky was dreary and downcast, so was everyone else.

Today was fairly clear and sunny, but icy rain was still pelting down.

People were up and bustling around outside, shoveling snow, playing in it, having a fun time in general, even though it was only nine o'clock on a Saturday morning.

I put on my big coat, shook Selena from her state of unconsciousness, and told her to get up.

She was still half asleep, and still in the same pajamas, same unbrushed hair.

"Do you not know that Saturdays are meant for sleeping in?" she grumbled, but grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard, poured herself a bowl of Lucky Charms, and sat down right on the island in the middle of the kitchen, stretching her legs across the aisle from her so that they rested on the granite countertops.

I was afraid that she would fall asleep right there, in the same position.

"Why the hell did you wake me up, anyways?" She asked, with her mouth full.

"The word starts with an 'S' and ends with 'Hopping'"

I didn't need to say any more.

She gulped what was left of her cereal, and looked up at me, the tired expression vanished from her face.

"Awesome idea! We haven't been shopping in forever! I'll get ready."

She dashed back into her room, and changed from her Lisa Simpson pajamas.

She flung the door open from the inside in less that thirty seconds- a record time for her.

She was wearing light wash jeans and a layered t-shirt, the top layer a yellow shirt persuading you to 'Go Green'.

Her hair was brushed, and swept up in a messy ponytail.

She grabbed my keys from the counter and tossed them at me.

She missed me by a mile, but I reached to the right, and retrieved the keys before they landed on the ground.

I laughed at her lightly.

She was jittery with excitement.

I decided not to keep her in anticipation any longer, and reached for the doorknob, twisting it, and stepped outside, into the chilly outdoor breeze.

I locked the door behind the both of us, and ran down the stairs, Selena right on my heels.

I pressed the unlock button on my set of keys twice, until my car beeped.

I placed my hand around the silver handle, and stepped into the car.

Selena did the same.

We drove for only a few miles, and we were finally there.

The first thing we did was go to the Starbucks in the Food Court, like always, and order two large expressos, also just like always.

The next places we hit were the usual- Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, Juicy Couture, American Eagle, and even Old Navy.

When we walked out of the last store, our arms were sore from carrying the twenty- billion shopping bags that now adorned our arms the way ornaments or tinsel hung from a Christmas tree.

Selena's eyes widened, and I knew from her expression that it was one on fear.

"Lena?"

Her stare was blank, like she existed in a parallel universe for the moment.

"Okay, now your freaking me out." I mumbled.

"Run." She said simply, and bolted for the nearest exit.

I realized what she was looking at, and then my expression matched hers.

I ran after her, and then the mall was a jumble of chaos.

This chapter's a bit longer than the last, so I hope you'll enjoy that.

This story isn't going to be very long, but, if you want, I might make a sequel.

I left you at a cliffhanger, there. It might be a while before I update, because recently, I've been having writer's block.

Annnddd... The part about how there's a 'Hole in her heart' UNINTENTIONALLY came from New Moon. So, sorry, Stephenie Meyer, if you feel like I ripped you off.

Thx a bunch for reading!

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