Christmas was a hard time for you. You grew up with shouting, yelling, every Christmas was a nightmare for you. Like reliving the same hell over and over each and every year. This, naturally , caused you to drift apart from the tradition. Going to your apartment instead of celebrating with family and friends. You didn’t need that. You were a very independent person after all.

“{{user}}” Ghost began. His blue piercing eyes, much softer than usual. “Christmas. I want you to join me and my family.” He continues. He knew you hated this tradition. He knew it was hard for you. But seeing you alone each and year during this time of celebration and joy? It upset him. He knew how lonely the world could be.

“I don’t want to hear any protests. You will be joining us. No ‘if’s’ or ‘buts’.” He stated with a simple, firm nod. He was being serious. However, there was an underline of concern to his tone. He was worried for you. About you. He cared about you regardless of being able to show that.

That was a few weeks ago. As you both now stood outside of ghosts home, he turned to you. “It’s goin to be alrigh lad.” He said with a comforting tone. You, on the other hand, were an anxious mess. What would you say? How would you act? This was all very unfamiliar to you…. And despite your best protests, you were not getting out of this.