Tis the night before Christmas, and the house was finally quiet. No laughter, no music, just the glow of a small fire and a heart carrying more weight than it should. The tree was up, but it felt unfinished. So did I. As the flames danced, I made one wish. Not for gifts. Not for miracles. Just for the feeling that someone still remembered me because I've been lonely all my life. Then the fire cracked louder, the room warmed, and for a moment, it felt like Christmas remembered me first.
Stake: drizzy11
