Back To December

Characters: Bree, Hazel (c/o Perfect Heartbreak) and Trace.

Plot inspired by Taylor Swift's Back to December. Bree-Trace one-shot.

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Ever heard of the song "Back to December"? Well, if you did, then good. You'll be able to keep up with me. But if not, just a question for you man. Where do you live, under a rock?

So yes. Back to December. Oh what I wouldn't give to be back there. What I wouldn't do. What I wouldn't give up to change what happened on that very month. I would swear, this song was written for me! Events and situations, so the same.

His name is Trace. I bet he's the guy every boy would want to be. Every girl would want to claim; "He's mine"

He was P.E.R.F.E.C.T. And hell no, I don't exaggerate. He's got the perfect looks. His sweet smile that could light up a room. His tan skin that glows under the moon light. He laughs like a thousand church bells ringing. He shows me off to his friends saying I was the girl he loves. His enthusiasm for all sorts of sports. He plays basketball, tennis, swimming. Name it and he can do it. He cooks. He bakes. He dances. He's an artist. And I mean that literally. He paints like a Picasso. He's sweet. He's funny. He would go to my house in the middle of the night under the pouring rain to see me and make me happy. He makes me happy. He makes me feel loved and that's all I ever wanted. He was all I ever wanted.

Things started to change. We both grew apart. We had to break up. He gave me all his love and all I gave him was goodbye.

That all happened two years ago. And I still feel the same. I still love him.

We sort of got back together after a year. Start of classes. He would see me after class. He would join me during breaks. But, good things really do come to an end. It stopped. He stopped. And one day, I just saw him with a girl named Hazel.

Well I honestly couldn't blame him. I should've said I loved him too. I shouldn't have waited for the perfect moment. I should've taken the moment and made it perfect. But all's too late. He's gone.

I started to move on and eventually I got over him. Or so I thought I did.

October that year, he started texting me again. It started with a simple "Hi". And I felt it again. Fireworks and sparks flying. I realized I never really got over him. I just learned to live without him.

He started telling me he will never ever forget me but I know he loves Hazel. He told me he still cares for me but I know he loves Hazel. He said he still has feelings for me but he's with Hazel.

Well screw you. Bullshit. "That's a piece of crap, honey. And I don't do crap." I wanted to tell him I promise myself I'd move on so I won't get hurt anymore. 2 months. Three.

Tenth December. The rain poured down. Along with all the emotions I have kept inside me. All the hurt and betrayal and more hurt. I texted him if he still has feelings for me. And he just told me he'd never forget me and that be still cared but that's just where it ends

And I got so damn hurt. I cried all my heart out. I cried more than I ever cried before.

But the very next day, he surprised me. He went to my house. It was the best day of my life. We spent the day together. I bet that was the day in three months that I was so happy. And when he went home, we texted until I fell asleep.

Oh December. Please be back. I'd give everything up. But sadly, after that magical day, things went back to how it was. We never talked again.

Four months. Five. Six.

Heck. I told myself I'd move on right? But hell no. Right now, I'm still stuck in the moment when all I ever wanted was for him to take me back and never let me go.

And to Trace, if ever you're reading. I love you. I always have. And I always will. I just want you to know what I've learned, and what I ever wanted to do was written on this song:

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind.

I go back to December all the time

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile,

So good to me, so right.

And how you held me in your arms that September night,

the first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinking.

Probably mindless dreaming.

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't.

So if the chain is on your door, I understand.

I guess I've learned my lesson. Say what you want, say what you need to say. Before it's all too late and that person's gone. Cause one thing's for sure. Once that person's gone, you'll regret why you never said it when you had the chance.

Love,
Bree

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