All I Want For Christmas Is You

I felt my body get weak as my legs collapsed in the hallway. Why would he do this? I thought.

I looked again at the tickets and pulled one out of it's little folder. It read:

"Taylor, Catherine. DFW Airport USA. 6:00AM. 12/25."

Our plane left at six o' clock in the morning tomorrow. On Christmas morning.

"That BITCH!" I screamed as I threw the paper and envelope on the carpeted hallway. I covered my face with my palms and sobbed. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Why the heck did I do that? Why did I let him go? What the hell was I thinking?

I didn't realize I was right outside our hotel room when I collapsed. Karla glanced out the door and down at me. "What happened? What did you get?" she asked, picking up my thrown papers. "Airplane tickets?" she asked, tossing them around in her hand. "The note! Look! Read the note," I said, picking it up and throwing it at her face. "Okay, okay," she said, un-crinkling the paper. She read it long and slow, and then looked at me. "No he didn't..." she said, her voice giving a small growl. I sniffed and wiped under my eyes. "I can't believe I did that," I admitted, hugging my knees as a stranger walked past us in the hallway. They stared at me like I had a third eye on my face.

"Did what? You didn't do anything," Karla said, petting my head in comfort. "I let him go!" I exclaimed, jerking my face to look at her. Karla gazed confusingly. "What?" she asked, thinking she didn't hear me right. "I LET HIM GO!" I yelled louder this time. "I let him go, I shouldn't have. I... I... I miss him. I loved him," I sobbed as Karla backed up from me. "And now he will never want me again. I mean look! He gave us AIRPLANE TICKETS to go home. He wants me gone so he doesn't ever have to see me again. And I know if we leave we will NEVER EVER have this again," I continued, knotting my fingers in my locks of hair. "And I don't know what to do," I finished. Karla was silent and then broke the quiet. "We are going home. This is too stressful, we have our interview. We have everything we came here for... and more..." she trailed off. "But, anyway, you can stay at my house, and we can celebrate Christmas with my mom. I can call her, and I think she will be fine with that. Val can stay too. We have plenty of extra rooms," she said and I stopped crying.

"So you think that is the best idea... to just leave?" I asked. Karla nodded as she put her hand on my shoulder. "It's all we can do,"

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