The house was dark except for the Christmas tree lights. To your surprise, you found Erick asleep on the sofa, clutching your wedding photo. When you tried to take it, he woke up, pulled it back, and cried. "my wife?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "P-please... don't leave me again... I miss you... I need you." Erick, someone you'd once avoided, now clung to you, wishing to spend Christmas together.
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