As she was laying there, on John, she kept thinking, nothing can be more perfect than that very moment. She thought back to her past, how Paul used to hold her like this, and she really didn't like it much anymore. Her stomach turned at that very thought.

"Babe, I got to get up. I suddenly feel sick to my stomach." She got up, and walked down the stairs to her front lawn, and laid down and stared up at the sky.

It was just about turning 6 in the morning, 2 days before Christmas. She wasn't ready for Christmas. She has no tree, no presents for John, nothing for Beth, nothing for any of her friends. She's so far behind. It's the 23rd already, so she thought she won't get anyone anything, and Christmas won't come to the Ashlie household this year.

John came and laid by her, and looked at her.

"What's wrong hun?" John asked, and continued to look at her.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking, how I haven't done anything for Christmas in my house, for the past 3 years, and I didn't get you anything, so I don't want anything for Christmas. I'm just not in the mood." Ashlie turned away and just looked at the ground.

"Whatever then. If you want to be a bitch, then I'll just leave. I knew it was a bad idea to come here anyways." John said, and got up and walked to his car. He got in his car, and started it.

"FUCK YOU THEN!" She screamed at him, as she watched him back out of her driveway, and drive away.

Disappointed, again, she got up and walked into her house, and slammed the door. She walked upstairs, and went straight to her gallery.

Ashlie grabbed her paint tablet so she can finish working on her painting that she started a few months ago. She opened her paint, and put on a bunch of colors, and started painting.

A few hours later, she was getting bored, so she turned on some music, and went back to painting a portrait of her best friend Bobby, who passed away some years ago. She finally finished it, around 3:45 in the afternoon.

"How painting just throws away time." She thought, and just stood there, admiring her work.

She set down her paint tablet, and paint brush, and went downstairs. She opened her door, to take in the amazing warm December weather. She almost stepped out of the door, and she realized how she almost stepped on a box. So she grabbed it, and brought it back into the house. She grabbed her scissors off her table by the door, and walked over to the couch, and opened the box.

There was a letter, the first thing that struck her eyes.

"Ash, I'm sorry about earlier. I know you didn't want anything for Christmas, but I couldn't help it, I just had to get you something, well, things. I don't care if you don't get me anything, your love is all I need. Maybe when you finally read this, I will be already out of your life. I kind of figured you didn't want me in it anymore. I'm sorry for ruining everything in your life. Especially your wrestling career. I'm sorry for everything. Maybe if one day in your heart, you'd forgive me, for being such a dick, you can call me. I'll be waiting to hear from you, and I'm not expecting a call, for a long time after the way I talked to you earlier. It's all I have to say. I'm sorry Ash.

Johnny H."

With tears in her eyes, she continued to look through the box. She seen the hoodie she always borrowed from him, because it was warm, and it had Jack Skellington on it. She grabbed it and hugged it. It smelled like him, and she cried harder. She set it down, and went through the box even more. She seen his cologne, which shocked her. She kept it in there. She seen a dozen red roses, and she grabbed them. Ashlie noticed a little envilope, and she opened it.

"I'll love you, until the last one dies." was all it said.

She got up, and filled a vase with water, and set them in it. She grabbed them, and brought them back to the couch with her, and she put on the hoodie, and fell asleep crying.