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One-shot about the Christmas in New Moon, and Bella's emptiness. Written for Novel Novice's Nov-Dec Fan Fiction Contest. A sort of sequel and written in the same style as my fic "Snow Angels" though it does stand alone.

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Above Thy Deep and Dreamless Sleep…

By: Natilie Sawada

A/n: Takes place during the December of New Moon

I got a good response for my other story from this time “Snow Angels” so I decided to try another in the same style.

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“Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight”
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-O Little Town of Bethlehem

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Wake up screaming.

Just like always.

Open your eyes and let it go.

Alarm clock flashes in the dark.

1:00 AM

December 25th

Christmas.

Hmm.

You should go back to sleep.

Too cold. Left the window open. Shouldn't have done that. Can't help it.

Left the window open.

Open the door, walk out into the hall.

Shh. Don't wake Charlie.

All for him. Try for him.

Why are you walking down stairs? Doesn't make sense.

What am I doing?

Stand in the living room.

Christmas tree lights so bright in the dim room.

Blink. Blink.

Presents under the tree.

Don't want presents. Never did. Flinch.

Never got a Christmas with him. Flinch.

January to September.

Sit on the couch staring at the tree.

Star on top, just like always.

“…without the dark, we would never see the stars…”

Flinch.

Look out the window. No stars tonight. No moon.

Just clouds. Like always.

Like me.

Clouds on my Christmas morning without him. Flinch.

Lay your head down on the couch.

Stare at the too bright tree in the darkened room.

Used to be a bright light in the darkness.

So quiet. So dark.

No stars, no moon, no sound.

Close your eyes and morning will come soon enough.

Just like every other day.

What's the point?

Your promise. Keep your promise. Flinch.

Close your eyes and morning will come soon enough.

~fin~

Idk, tell me if it lived up to “Snow Angels” or if you haven't read the other, how you liked this one in general ^_^