living isn't worth it if it's not with you.

With a medium-sized tree tied to the roof of George's car and a trunk filled with decorations, they made it back home safely.

A trip he didn't exactly want to go on, turned out to be more enjoyable than he thought. Despite the car journey there and back.

George helped Angel drag the bags of decorations into the front porch, hearing Cat eagerly scratch at the door on the other side. He was an indoor cat, which meant he was always desperate to dart out the front door at any chance he had.

The times that he had escaped in the past were the most stressful moments for George, sitting on the curb late at night beside the car Cat was hiding under until he would ran back into the house.

His pets meant the world to him, losing them was one of his biggest fears. He feared a lot of things, the majority of them being related to people and things he has attachments to.

His attachments would be his downfall.

He is brittle candy and they are the messy sugar holding him together. One of them moves, he falls. He shatters.

And nobody likes picking up the shards of broken candy.

"George?" Angel's pink cheeks peered over the roof of George's car, her hands turning a deeper shade of red from the bitter cold and the sandpaper rope wrapped around the Christmas tree, "Can you help me untie the tree?"

He nodded, unlocking the backseat door to untie the knot inside of the car, pursing his lips in a thin line as he concentrated on the impossible knot.

After a few tries, it finally came untied, immediately loosening the tight grip it had around the severed tree. George was afraid it would roll off the car onto Angel, quickly climbing out of the car to hold onto the thick trunk of the tree.

"Come this side," George gestured to the space beside him on the sidewalk, it would take Angel out of the road whilst making it easier to carry the tree though his front door, "Pull here, I'll pull here,"

With a strong tug, it rolled off the car and into their arms, less elegantly than they had planned. Nonetheless, they had finally gotten the tree off of the car.

George grabbed ahold of the upper section of the tree, dragging it through his narrow doorway and straight into his living room. Cat immediately buried himself within the branches, sniffing every inch of it with a twitching nose.

He wondered if it would've been better to get an artificial tree, though he was already too far gone to change his mind. He had the tree in his living room.

Angel seemed to know much more than George did, filling a forest green dome with water from his tap, settling the clamp down in the corner of his living room.

"Is it okay here?" she questioned, jogging to George's side to get a better angle on the positioning, it wasn't in the way nor too hidden, "I think it's fine there, right?"

He nodded in agreement, letting Angel assist him with settling the tree inside of the clamp since he was clueless on how it worked.

All the Christmas trees he had as a child were artificial, easy-to-assemble trees which his parents kept in the attic.

Angel tugged all the shopping bags deeper into the living room, handing George a large bundle of lights, "Wrapping the lights around the tree is the worst part,"

She smiled in victory as he plugged the lights into the wall, carefully unravelling the small black ties keeping the wires untangled.

"So you're giving me the job?" George gave her a glance, softly raising his eyebrow at her as he carefully tucked the lights onto the branches, "Heartless, Angel. Heartless!"

He loved the lights, despite them being a pain to get correct, they were his favourite part of Christmas decorations.

As a child he'd wander around his neighbourhood to look at their Christmas lights in awe, wishing his house had the same decorations as theirs. He would always beg his mother for the reindeer lights, since the people down the road had one similar.

He told himself that when he was older he would buy all the Christmas decorations he wanted, though that changed once he had actually grown up.

Cat laid in a bed of tinsel, relentlessly kicking her back legs at the reflective material, his favourite part was the tinsel.

He would pull the tinsel from the tree to play with it until he fell tired, falling asleep wrapped up in the plastic rather than in the cat bed George had bought him years ago.

After decorating every windowsill and flat surface possible, the couple collapsed on George's couch, wrapped up in the new blanket they had bought.

Angel traced the outline of his face with her pinky finger, running a gentle line along his jawline, drawing imaginary lines connecting each sun-kissed freckle across his nose and cheeks.

He laid there on her chest, his fingers walking across her back.

Looking down at him, she smiled. She smiled in total awe and adoration of him, he looked so perfect to her.

She rubbed his cheek and he looked up at her, his eyes were so pure and full of love. A tear rolled down her cheek, despite not feeling sad.

"Why are you crying?" George whispered as Angel quickly wiped away the tear with a shaky laugh, reassuring him that she was okay regardless of the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Angel couldn't really say why.

She couldn't say that she was crying because he was all she had ever wanted.

He is the only one who has fulfilled her this deeply

When she looked at him, she saw her future. She saw two tiny children and a dog. Maybe even a cat or two.

A house with big windows, a large dining room. She pictured the two of them getting married and growing old together

She brushed her fingers along his cheek, dragging her finger gently along the bone structure of his face, "My eyes are just watering,"

George didn't believe her, though it was obvious she didn't want to talk about it, "Okay love," he hummed, laying his head back down onto Angel's chest.

And at that moment Angel knew.

She knew that living isn't worth it if it's not with him.

This was a Rlly boring chapter i'm sorry !! But the next few r very Eventful