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Love these guys… Super, super sweet… @anne-of-lothlorien Yours was haunting… *Shivers* Have you ever read Rilla of Ingleside? It sort of reminded me of that book…

@e_elaine_soup5 I loved the first and third ones you did!!

O.K. Here’s my attempt. 🙂

7:00 PM

There’s no sunlight left. It’s snowing softly, and I’m stuck. I wanted to get to Chris’s house, I wanted to tell him I was sorry. All I wanted to do was make it right because he was all I had left in the world to love, and despite what I had said when we broke up, I still loved him. I was walking the six miles to his house because my car had to decide that of all days to be ornery and not run, it had to be today. I hadn’t counted on spraining my ankle on the slick ice on the road though. I’m about three miles away from my house now with a icicle covered rock face to my left and snow dusted spruces to the right. I knew I was in trouble the moment I felt my ankle twist. I am three miles away from Chris’s house, and I know that there will be no cars on this road tonight. Up here in the mountains there’s not much traffic any day, let alone Christmas Eve. I limp along as best as I can because I know I can’t just stop right there in the middle of the road. It’s way too dark and way too cold.

8:00 PM

The going’s been slow. I guess I didn’t just sprain my ankle, it’s got to be broken. I found a stick to lean on, but it’s not helping much. I should have been at Chris’s house by now, but this stupid ankle of mine won’t let me go much faster than a snail. I have to keep stopping to rest, and the time I slipped on more ice, it was a good twenty minutes before I could walk without being dizzy with pain. It’s so cold out here, I don’t know if my hands will ever feel warm again, and even my bones feel frosty. I have to stop now and rest, breathing hurts so bad… I think about if only I could have made it to Chris’s house. It’s a perfect Christmas Eve tonight. The snow isn’t falling too hard, just a magical sprinkling of powdered sugar it seems. If I had made it back, I would have begged Chris to forgive me of being a fool, and he would have forgiven me because he still loves me, I know he always will. We would have been together again. He’d give me that beautiful ring back, the one I had shoved angrily into his hand that horrible day I had made my mistake and broken up with him. That would have been the best Christmas gift I could ever have imagined…

9:00 PM

I’m lost. Stupid stick broke and I needed another one. I can’t believe I went looking in the spruces like the idiot that I am. The snow is falling harder and I can’t find the road again. I’m starting to get really cold. My skin feels frozen and I can’t feel my hands or feet. I have to find the road again, I don’t know which way I’m going, but I can’t just stop out here. I’m so tired…

10:00 PM

I can’t feel anything it seems. My coat doesn’t protect my heart from the cold, I think my mittens are useless, and if the hairs under my hat aren’t frozen, then ice water steams like a cup of my favorite herbal tea. Now it’s not just my ankle that hurts, my whole leg is burning with cramps. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going… I have to keep moving or I’ll freeze. I don’t want to die! I just want to find Chris’s house and throw myself in his arms and be warm. I just want to know he forgives me… I just want him to know that I love him… I have to keep going. I think I’ve been crying, the ice on my face must have been tears. If only I could just look up and see the warm and gentle light falling from Chris’s windows to make perfect squares of living gold in the snow, but I can’t see more than a few feet ahead of me. I’m so lost, and I’m so lonely. I just want Chris, I don’t want to be the only living soul in this world of snow and tree.

11:00 PM

I can’t walk anymore. My legs are too stiff, my feet are numb. All I can do is just try to keep warm. I have to find a place to sit down…

11:15 PM

I found a spruce tree to sit against. I’m curled up into a ball to try to keep warm, but what’s the use? The snow keeps on falling, and I think I must be turning to ice.

11:30 PM

I can hardly keep my eyes open, I’m so tired… Am I dying? If I fall asleep I don’t think I’ll wake up. A tear runs down my face but freezes on the way down my cheek.

11:45 PM

I’m hardly awake anymore, but I’m not alone either. I imagine that Chris is sitting next to me, his arm is around my shoulders and we’re looking up at the sky. A big patch of cloud moved aside, and we can see the stars. It’s so beautiful, and it’s going to be Christmas soon. He’s forgiven me, and my ring is sparkling on my finger, I couldn’t be happier. He couldn’t be happier either, I know by the way he gently kisses the top of my head and I lean on his shoulder and close my eyes…

12:00 PM

I’m knocking on Libby’s door, just like I did ten minutes ago. I guess she’s sleeping in there, angel girl. It’s been a year, but tonight I couldn’t get her off my mind. I just wanted her back, to tell her that I was sorry for the things I said and beg her to forgive me. I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone, or the rest of my life either for that matter! I miss her too much. If I have to sit on the other side of her door all night then fine, but I’m not going away until she comes out and I can tell her I love her.

And Merry Christmas.