Last Christmas, someone smashed my heart to peaces. The Christmas before, I got the best gift ever. A second chance with the only woman I ever loved. I never thought I'd get that. I didn’t deserve it, but after one whole year of cosy dates and proving I could be the man she wanted, not the boy she remembered, we were happy...but every happy feeling got ripped away from me on a cold Christmas Eve night when she didn't come home. She'd been spotted on some CCTV footage, talking to a guy dressed up as Santa as she left the mall. The town folk said she must have left town with him. The sheriff thought like everyone else. But I knew she wouldn't do that. We had a future planned, more cosy dates that she was looking forward to. Everyone thought I just couldn't let go, and in way, they were right, I couldn't, because something inside told me the choice to come home wasn't hers. And I wouldn't fail her like they did.