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This is not a love song.: TINALS Christmas Special Part 3

by Hecotoro

Hecotoro The third part and the last one.
Here we are. Going down this old dark road in the middle of a forest. It looks pretty cold outside, but the SUV is nice and warm. He doesn't seem bothered at all about the situation, actually, nobody was at all worried. It's weird, but then again, it must be something normal to them. Yet, here I am, with her father, driving deep into the woods. 'Do I wanna know?' by Arctic Monkeys playing on the radio, the heater on and snow melting against the windshield.

"Nice night." I try to break the ice.

"Yeah." He replies. I guess it didn't work, can't say I didn't try.

I look over at the back sit, the body is still there and wrapped up in garbage bags. I guess this is what happens when you mess with a crime lord. I turn my attention back to the front, how long will this take? I want to go back to her. Despite her family being totally cool with shooting down some stranger on their living room, I still love her. I guess just because her family is okay with this kind of thing, that doesn't mean she has done it, or that I will have to one day. Right? Oh, finally, we're here.

. . .

My hands hurt. It was too cold to be digging holes in the middle of the forest. But, when he asked for help, I couldn't say no. In fact, I did everything possible so he didn't have to work much. We step into the house, that nice Christmas smell wraps around me and lifts my spirits. She runs over and hugs me. Ah... that smell. I can never get tired of her scent, her warmth, her texture. As I look at her beautiful brown eyes, she blushes. We don't say anything, we both understand what happened and we are okay with it.

We all gather at the now surprisingly clean living room, talking and laughing. This is my future family? They are worth become a drug dealer, murdering mafia member or whatever I have to be, as long as I'm with them. With her. I'm willing to do anything for her. She hugs my arm and places her wonderful head on my shoulder. Her father smiles and hugs his wife. The night is silent, the house smells nice and I am in the best place in the world. With my loved one, with a family. Merry Christmas.
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