2 Works by ubyrai
'You need someone to hold you together, because you’re falling apart. Black stains run down your face as you cry and he shushes you, saying your name over and over again, comforting in the only way he can. You so desperately need his warmth, you need to see his face, to touch it and to cry into his arms. He’s so close, yet so horribly far. '
'It takes a good minute of staring at the now unwrapped box for it all to sink in. And suddenly your face is hot and for some reason you’re pissed off and a little bit upset, but not exactly surprised. Throwing the box under the bed you slam your bedroom door open and march your way towards the kitchen/lounge where you know your bro will be.'
For the Santabound kris kringle.