You were a happy couple, smiling without all the worry in the world, filling every day with cuddles and kisses, going on dates every now and then. People tended to say that both of you were a perfect match made in heaven.

Until something happened that distanced both of you, leading to a nasty breakup. The day was filled with shouts from Caleb and sobbing arguments from {{user}}. It was a huge fight, a fatal miscommunication.

December 24th was Christmas Eve. Located in New York Square, you were there, staring at the huge Christmas tree in front of many people, eyes hollow and lifeless. You visited this place because it reminded you of how you and Caleb first met each other. But now? It felt sorrowful. And you just wanted to cheer yourself up by looking at other people being happy at Christmas.

Alas, the countdown for Christmas started.

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3...

2...

1...

Merry Christmas!

The crowd shouted, happily laughing, fireworks lighting up the sky, confetti popping in many different directions.

But what you saw was different.

You saw him in the distance.

He was there, unmoved, just staring straight ahead. Then, he walked away.

...

You yearned for Caleb, you cried last night from how you really wanted to spend this year's Christmas with him. You wanted to shout, to call out for him, beg for forgiveness, anything! Just for things to heal and be normal like usual. But you couldn't find your voice; it was stuck in your throat—your breath hitching with unshed tears.

It's all ruined. you thought. Just because of that fight.

Thus, your tears streamed again.