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Disloyalty

This Christmas I remember my love

By Iftikhar AkramPublished 4 months ago 3 min read
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Disloyalty
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Snow whirled outside the comfortable bistro, painting the world in quiet murmurs of white. Inside, in any case, the glow of gingerbread lattes and glimmering pixie lights couldn't dissolve the ice holding Liam's heart. Every holiday song, a merry tune to most, felt like a ridiculous indication of what he'd lost.

A year prior, on this very day, Lily, his dynamic, chuckling-filled daylight, had murmured "until the end of time" under the mistletoe.

Their adoration, a snapping fire opposing the chillier time of year, had guaranteed warmth and euphoria for seasons to come. However, everlastingly, it appeared, it had a more limited timeframe of realistic usability than a gingerbread treat.

Lily's eyes, once filled with affection, had darkened under the heaviness of a fantasy—an esteemed artful dance grant across the sea.

With a mournful farewell and a guarantee to love Christmas recollections, she'd disappeared into a universe of pirouettes and pliés, leaving Liam hapless in an ocean of forlornness.

He grasped the chipped mug, the glow neglecting to arrive at his spirit. Recollections, similar to decorations on a neglected tree, sparkled with clashing power. Their most memorable Christmas tree was embellished with confused trinkets and shared chuckling. The snowball battle ended with a kiss on Lily's frozen nose. The murmured dreams under a twilight sky—dreams that currently lay broken like ice on a windowpane.

A hand on his shoulder surprised him. His closest companion, Ben, his anchor in this tempest, offered a thoughtful grin. "You OK, mate?"

Liam dealt with a feeble gesture, the sense of foreboding deep in his soul holding back words. Ben got it. He'd seen their affection, the ambivalent farewell, and the quiet throb that waited.

Out of nowhere, a little kid's voice cut through the bistro's murmur. "Excuse me, sir?" she asked, her eyes wide and confident. "Might you at any point assist me with composing a letter to St. Nick?"

Liam peered down at the folded paper held out to him. His most memorable sense was to decline, his own aggravation overwhelming the soul of the time. However, at that point, something in the young lady's confident eyes started to glimmer with warmth.

Snow swirled outside the cozy cafe, painting the world in hushed whispers of white. Inside, however, the warmth of gingerbread lattes and twinkling fairy lights couldn't melt the ice gripping Liam's heart.

Each Christmas carol, a cheerful melody to most, felt like a mocking reminder of what he’d lost.

A year ago, on this very day, Lily, his vibrant, laughter-filled sunshine, had whispered "forever" under the mistletoe. Their love, a crackling fire defying the winter chill, had promised warmth and joy for seasons to come.

But forever, it seemed, had a shorter shelf life than a gingerbread cookie. Things like shimmering pixie lights would perpetually decorate the embroidery of his heart.

He gave the young lady the letter, a little grin gracing his lips. "Keep in mind, St. Nick can't answer letters without a location," he said, his voice shockingly consistent.

The young lady's eyes illuminated as she jotted her location with cautious strokes. "Much thanks to you, sir! You're St. Nick's assistant, right?"

Liam laughed, a glow spreading through him. Perhaps he wasn't St. Nick's true aide; however, quite possibly, he could be his own. He could decide to recollect the delight, the giggling, and the adoration that characterized his Christmas with Lily, even in her nonattendance.

He could decide to let the soul of the time repair the breaks in his heart, permitting trust and recuperating to blossom like poinsettias in the midst of the colder time of year.

As the young lady avoided away, her chuckling reverberating through the bistro, Liam understood this Christmas would be unique.

It wouldn't be a festival perpetually with Lily; however, it would be a fresh start, an opportunity to embrace the present, his companions, and the little delights that life offered, even in the midst of the mixed recollections.

He probably won't have Lily truly; however, their adoration, similar to a star in the far off sky, would keep on directing him, a sign of the glow and marvel that Christmas and life itself held.

This Christmas, Liam wouldn't let traitorousness and disillusionment take his satisfaction. He would opt for trust, pick recollections, decide to recall the adoration that once bloomed underneath the mistletoe, and trust that even notwithstanding misfortune, the soul of Christmas, similar to a glinting flame in the snow, would constantly figure out how to sparkle.

FablethrillerShort StoryMysteryMicrofictionLoveHumorHolidayHistoricalFantasyFan FictionfamilyExcerptClassicalAdventure
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Iftikhar Akram

As author Iftikhar Akram continues to captivate audiences with their storytelling prowess, the future holds even more promise. With several projects in the pipeline, including Unique and SEO Blog writing

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