Misunderstood ✓

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Sometimes I wonder, am I the only one who doesn't like the holidays?

I don't like the holidays because I always spend it alone. My parents don't even take time off work to spend the holidays with the family. They keep working. In other words, they're workaholics.

It was Christmas Eve and I sat on the couch, watching TV. I could hear the sound of children playing with the snow outside.

At least they seemed to be having fun.

Ever since the incident with the girl, I didn't step a foot outside. Mostly because I was afraid of bumping into her again. I mean, what would I say? Are you okay? I couldn't because I knew she wasn't okay.

I also wasn't exactly the best at comforting people. I was just a person who understood many things, but was misunderstood.

But, should I at least try if I bump into her again?

I don't want her to feel like she's alone, like me.

I want to make her feel like she's special.