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I sit in my jeep, driving to a park. It seems strange, but it all happened in grade twelve. People began with name calling. Slut, whore, ugly, useless. They even told me to kill myself.

Then, a few months later they'd beat me. I never knew why but it just all became too much.

I must've let it get to me. Here I was, driving in my jeep on my way to do just that.

I park my car in the small parking lot. I swing my door open, shivering at the cold air hitting my skin.

Snowflakes slowly fall and find spots on my hair to stay. I feel one dissolve on my skin as if it never existed.

I guess snowflakes are like humans. They are so fragile, so relaxed. But if someone lays a hand on them, they fade away.

Or at least I was.

I stand on the edge of the wooden bridge. My eyes begin turning blurry as I glance around making sure I was alone. It's Christmas after all. Everyone is with family.

Tears slowly drip down my cheeks and land in the snow.

'It's what everyone wants.' I tell myself. 'It's what I want.'

Okay, Y/n. On the count of three.

"One..."

Tears stream uncontrollably.

"Two..."

My heart was beating like crazy.

"Three-- AHHHH!" A strong pair of arms wrap around my torso, jolting me back. We land in the snow, on our butts almost freezing my whole body. I kick and scream, unable to break free.

"Let go!" I say, squirming to get them to let go. "You were gonna kill yourself weren't you?" The male voice asks.

"It's none of your concern." I could easily get out of their grip now, knowing they've loosened it. But... Something was stopping me. As if I was relieved.

He lets out a sigh. "Don't do that." He orders me. "What do you mean?" I ask, slightly confused.

"Don't say it's none of my concern. I care about you. I know it's creepy that we've just met but I can't stand watching you commit suicide." He tells me.

I didn't realize I was crying until he uses the warm pad of his thumb to wipe my tears away. It was hard for me to catch my breath, I was crying so hard.

"I'm C/n by the way." He told me, throwing his jacket over my shoulders.

~5 years later~

My daughter runs around our master bedroom, screaming about how it's Christmas time.

She pulls open the curtains, almost blinding me. "Winnie, baby that's too bright." I tell my three year old daughter.

"It's Christmas, mommy!" Winnie tells me. I feel the same strong arms wrap around me that did five years ago.

I hear him groan. "You did it baby, five years." He whispers quietly in my ear.

"No, C/n. We did it together."

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