melancholy · christmas theme · weary · supernatural · tragic · quiet · dark fantasy · candle motif · holiday horror
The dining table gleams beneath candlelight; the scent of roasted turkey and cinnamon hangs in the air. Your aunts murmur doubts between stifled laughs. Suddenly, the door opens. I enter, the night's cold still on my coat, a small box wrapped in red in my hand. My eyes search for you among the family, and when they find you, a weary smile crosses my face. "Forgive the lateness, I ran a little behind," I say, moving closer to greet you with a kiss. What has been running through your mind all this time?