When Amelia Jones, the biggest believer in peace, love and joy, begins to question the very reason why she continued to believe in the first place, she finds herself swept away into a magical world that she had always thought was just a childhood dr...
That day when Eve had sent her last email to her best friend, and the night when Amelia had seen her last, she could remember it all as clear as day.
She hadn't ever quite felt at home since she had last seen Eve, and ever since she was fourteen her greatest wish had been to go to the North Pole to find her again. But she knew that was impossible.
For one thing, she didn't even know how to get there, and for another, for all Amelia knew it might not have even been real in the first place.
Something inside of her heart made Amelia hold onto the belief and hope that someday, her and her childhood friend might get to meet again. But the more the years dragged on, the harder she admittedly found it too believe in her childhood dream. Especially when a lot of people, including her old therapist, had told her that she had just imagined it all in order to help her cope with her family situation when she was young.
But Amelia was eighteen this year, and she could never forget the promise that she had made to herself to wait for her friend. Besides, the lights in her necklace still swirled every now and than, so Amelia knew that Eve still thought of her sometimes, wherever she was.
Amelia had moved out as soon as she had turned eighteen and had been living in a tiny little unit with roommates that she barley knew, ever since. It wasn't much of a better situation than what she'd had living with her family, but at least the people who where mean to her now where not her own flesh and blood.
Well, her family was still incredibly cruel to Amelia, but she tried to limit contact with them as much as possible now. She had given up on the hope that they could change years ago and soon she feared, she might also have to give up hope on her childhood friend.
Amelia had been working at a local homeless shelter for years now. She had started working there officially when she had turned seventeen just as she was finishing high school, but even before than she had volunteered her time whenever she could. She now worked as a support worker, helping people who were or were at risk of being homeless by providing them with support services, crisis accommodation, and emergency relief packages. She specialised in helping at risk LGBTQIA+ people, since she was a part of the community herself and she really loved doing it.
But she couldn't help but to feel like there was something still missing in her life, a hole in her heart where the magic of Christmas used to be.
It was another busy autumn morning when Amelia had gotten up at five A.M as usual. She made herself her cinnamon vanilla tea, and went for her morning walk.
Autumn was one of her favourite seasons, and although she didn't like it quite as much as winter, she had to admit that the colourful leaves, cosy clothes, and the smell of pumpkin spice that wafted from almost every café she passed by had her completely hooked.
It was freezing in the mornings, but Amelia's routine was just about the only thing that distracted her away from her thoughts about the Christmas season that was fast approaching her. So she did her best to keep at it despite the chill in the air.
Amelia's co-workers had always nagged her about getting a car, especially since they seemed to feel "obliged" to offer her lifts home from work, but she almost always insisted that she was fine. Besides, she couldn't afford a car even if she had wanted one.
After her busy day of work had ended, and her co-workers had left for the day with no offer of a lift this time in sight, Amelia sighed as she began her long walk home.
It was freezing once again, and just to add to her luck, before she had even gotten half way there it had started to snow. Amelia tried not to slip on the side walk as she continued at her slow and steady pace, and just when she had thought that things couldn't have possibly gotten any worse, she jumped as she heard someone yelling.
When she looked up she realised that it was a very tall, mean looking man who was walking towards her in a drunken haze.
"I-I don't want any trouble sir."
She said as she tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the freezing-cold snow.
"Well you'll be getting trouble tonight like it or not."
He said with a sinister looking smile.
"What's this you've got ere?"
He asked, but before Amelia could even begin to understand what he was talking about he had yanked away her necklace.
"I'll take that!"
He said as his eyes began to look Amelia up and down. She began to feel sick to her stomach as she scrambled to get up.
"How dare you."
She yelled.
"Don't you have a single bit of kindness in your soul?"
But he just gave the girl a sickening smirk as he walked closer to her and reached out to grab her, but before he could do just that Amelia had placed her hands on his shoulders, pulled them down, and at the same time she had shoved her knee, hard, right into where she knew that it would hurt.
After that she grabbed her necklace back and took off, knowing that she would be faster than him in his pain-dazed state.
After the night she had had Amelia was very glad that she had taken self defence lessons a little while ago, but what had happened had still understandably made her feel that her faith in the world, in humanity, was slowly but surely ebbing away.
As she unlocked the front door and stepped inside to find a dark and empty unit greeting her, she hadn't even been able to get to her bedroom fast enough before she had fallen onto the couch in tears.
It was going to be Christmas again soon and although she could never ask for or want for much, the one thing that she had wanted more than anything else in the world, was to actually matter to someone. She just wanted someone to understand her and to be there for her the way that she had always tried her best to be there for others.
She wanted Eve.
As she cried herself to sleep on the old, stained couch, she couldn't help but to feel her spirit fade and her heart grow dim.
Amelia knew that this Christmas would be the last straw, she simply couldn't hold onto hope any longer if the woman of her dreams didn't turn up soon. What she needed right now, more than anything was for her greatest wish to come true. But she knew that that could simply never be.
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