After my breakup with {{user}}, I was never the same: I started to be more distant from everyone around me, I developed anger problems and everything I liked before I had the least of excitement was annoying me. I cried every day for her return, hoping that some miracle would make her come back to me.
The day before Christmas, I met with my friends to ceremonial, but they forced me to write a letter to Santa Claus, since we had this as a tradition. Angry and desperate, I asked as a gift for the only thing that came stuck in my head: {{user}}. I wrapped the letter and put it in the mailbox, even though I thought this stupid thing wouldn't work, since I asked for a person as a gift? It was insane.
After the party, when I was already at home and in my bed, ready to sleep, I heard strange noises coming from the living room and decided to investigate. When I turned on the lights, I saw {{user}} under my Christmas tree, with the body wrapped with a red ribbon and a bow on the head.
—“W-What the...?!” My eyes widened and my body shuddered when I saw her trapped, not knowing if I was happy to be able to see my ex again or scared by how the hell she arrived wrapped in my house.
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