Christmas seemed to pass by in a blink of an eye.

I woke up, ate some of Dad's annual Christmas-themed breakfast, (homemade waffles topped with white whipped creme and paired with red and green fruits found around the house), exchanged gifts, prepared lunch for Dad (an annual tradition of mine), and did whatever I felt like to pass the remainder of the day. Typically it was tradition for our family to go over to Grandma and Grandpa's house for dinner, but this year we didn't. Oddly, Dad seemed to act a little fazed at any mention of Grandpa. And although I was a little disappointed at first, I simply let it go.

For the rest of the day, I couldn't help but occupy myself with thoughts of Wren's return. Despite the fact that she hadn't shown up for a good few weeks, I had the hidden faith that she would show up today. 

After all, if wishes could come true, then why not Christmas miracles?

I rolled around in my bed, flipping over on my stomach to get a better view of the half-done origami dragon in my hand. After a few more careful folds and bends, eventually the once flat square of dark magenta paper formed two pointed wings, a slim neck, a head, and tiny sharp horns.

Throwing myself up into a sitting position, I hopped off the bed with a light thud. I walked over to my desk, lazily tossing the tiny paper dragon into the metal recycling bin at the corner of the room where a collection of paper creatures lay inside.

Origami now wasn't as relaxing as it used to be with Mom. Without her around, things weren't quite the same as before.

Slowly, I slid open a draw in my desk, pulling out a small Polaroid-styled film. It was an old photo of the the entire family, squished together, posing in front of the Christmas tree in Grandma and Grandpa's house. 

Oddly enough, I remember the moments before the photo was snapped a little too vividly. 

I couldn't help but let a smile creep over my lips as I carefully placed the photo back in the drawer, pushing it close. My eyes flicked towards the wall clock hanging beside my window.

Eleven o'clock exactly.

Quickly and quietly, I grabbed my coat off its hook and shut off the lamp clipped to the front of the bed frame, rushing out of my bedroom. Careful not to make any noise, I tip-toed my way down the stairs and out the door, gently closing it behind me.

Christmas lights adorning the porches of homes cast red and green shadows over the dull, graying sidewalk, lighting up the streets with the brilliant glow of colour.

Hastily, I crossed the crosswalk, rushing eagerly towards the skate park. I swiftly hoisted myself up the rope ladder, swinging my feet up on to the ramp.

Slowly but gradually, the corners of my lips tugged into a wide smile as I walked towards the edge of the vert ramp.

My letter and gift were gone, replaced by a pale yellow envelope, taped sturdily in place.

A little too excitedly, I pulled the envelope off the gravel, gently ripping it open. I pulled out the paper inside, letting my eyes scan the colourful array of letters and doodles, each varying in size and shape. It looked like something straight out of that bright yellow notebook of hers, and admittedly, that's what I loved about it the most.

Sorry I haven't been showing up to school lately...or the skate park...I didn't mean to disappear on you :( But at least now I know that you remembered me, or better yet, you thought about me. And I thought about you too. You didn't think I would forget about our promise did you?  

Even after waiting this long you're still holding on to our friendship, and to be honest, I haven't met anyone EVER who has been this patient. 

Typically people have tendencies to erase other people from their lives as if they didn't even live and breathe and laugh with them in the first place. I mean, think about it, in twenty-seven years the elderly woman you gave up your seat for won't remember your face. And you won't even remember the warm smile she gave you after you did. In thirteen years, your playmate from preschool won't remember the times when you gave up one of your only chocolate chip cookies for them at snack time. And you won't remember your best friend from elementary school who shared their packet of crayons with you because everyone else was hogging the crayons to themselves.

And I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you. Thank you for not forgetting like all the other people I've met in my life. Thank you for not just erasing me from your life and giving up. And more importantly, thank you for waiting. It means more than you think.

Happy Holidays and don't forget to make a wish! 

-🍒

P.S I smile every time I look at the ring...sorry I couldn't bring you anything :(

P.P.S You can call me Wren if you want, wish-buddy works too 😉

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Hello again... it's Epiphany! :)

So long story short, another one if these popped up again, twice 👇

...Aaand we're just gonna go with it...

Thank you to TheCrazyShipper98 and kawaiioutcast for tagging me! Without further ado here are 17 of my favourite accounts (because I couldn't think of any more at the time):

1.TheCrazyShipper98

2.kawaiioutcast

3.__sophiawrites__

5._Micah-Drew_

6.Crush-it-is

7.rijopurple

8.justanothagenie

9.sociallyawkwardgirl3

10.smallmiracles1111

11.LoveAngelsAlways

12.dreamgray

13.ThugNoor

14.justanothershipper13            

15.MauTierney04

16.Lazy_Dream_Chaser

17.eastcoastgirrrl

And here are the questions (from the separate tag):

1. DO I HAVE A CRUSH?

Lol, nope.

2. MIDDLE NAME?

I've gotten over the fear of being exposed so Lauren.

3. HEIGHT?

I'm around 5'6.

4. SHOE SIZE?

Size 8-ish with the occasional 7.5.

5. EYE COLOUR?

Dark brown. 👀

6. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Hmmm...to be honest, I don't really remember...But I do remember crying at the end of "Your Lie in April" (which by the way, is an amazing anime, you should go check it out).

7. BIGGEST FEAR?

Being immortal. The idea of watching everyone you love die while you stay young and healthy doesn't seem too appealing to me at all.

8. LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?

Euphoria by Jungkook (which may I add is a total bop).

9. LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED?

My little brother.

10. FAVOURITE APP?

That's probably between Webtoon and Wattpad...I don't think I would be able to survive without either of them on my phone.

Anyways, thank you so so much for reading and please do leave your thoughts and comments to tell me what you thought of this chapter! :)

Until next time, 

~Epiphany ❤