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Christmas. Snow everywhere. People find warmth in their partners. I find warmth in my blanket.

Knock, knock

Who the hell can that be? Everyone is supposed to be with their families. No one is spare for me. Oh, must be my murderer. Some crazy guy who kills for fun. Well, Christmas is time for fun. At least my murder gonna be on the news tomorrow. I’ll be on the TV, yay, and I can see me on TV, as a ghost. Not bad, hmm. Ok, come on in, Mr. Murderer.

Surprise to see someone. Oh crap, I won’t get on TV! Get out, jerk, you’ll ruin my chance to be famous.

“…”

Is that a smirk? You are making fun of me, aren’t you? Enough fun for Xmas? Now GET OUT!

“…”

Don’t you dare drag me out of my precious blanket, you jerk! That’s my only source of warmth. I gonna die frozen. Noooooo, I still will die and not get on TV.

“…shut up”

I gonna ki-

…

Oh…His lips...Two sources of warmth now.I guess I won’t die. Er, my news…

Is this all for my Christmas present, you big jerk?

“Uh huh”

Gotta use every bit of this present. Cannot waste it.

Well, honestly, I think this is enough for my Christmas. Warmth. His warmth.