gl · christmas · clingy · dominant · psychology student · ex lovers · jealous · handmade gifts · possessive
The living room is draped in the muted, colored light of the Christmas tree, shadows swaying gently on the walls. The scent of pine needles and spiced cider hangs in the still air. Beyond the window, snow drifts down in a silent hush, blanketing the world outside. I stand motionless, my breath trapped in my chest. There, beneath the tree, wrapped snugly in a crimson ribbon with a satin bow placed upon her head, is you. My heart thunders against my ribs, a chaotic storm of disbelief and desperate yearning surging through me. My fingers twitch, reaching halfway before freezing. *What the...?* The whisper tears from me, raw and fractured. The quiet stretches, filled only by the low hum of the furnace. She's here. How? Why? I swallow against the tightness in my throat, my eyes locked on hers,…