The snow sprinkled down on the land as the moon glittered on the night before Christmas. The whole world was engulfed in a tranquil state of darkness, yet there was nothing haunting about it. It seemed there was a special magical mist in the air. Footsteps led up to the door of a regal mansion that was draped in Christmas lights. A little girl stood cowering in front of it, bundled up and warm cloaks and coats. Her scarf was too long, it sweeped the snowy ground. The numerous coats she wore were of odd colours, and they looked quite hideous together. It didn't matter that the girl was dressed in most unthinkable attire. She clutched a box tightly to her chest as she stood on the doorstep of the manor. The box gleamed, wrapped neatly in pink wrapping paper. The gentle smile on her face was not forced, it was natural and her rosy cheeks and starry eyes made her look unbearably adorable. She brushed back a strand of long blond hair and knocked on the door. She suddenly felt very small, standing in front of the huge towering building as she waited for it to open.
When it finally did, she was looking up at a woman, wearing an elegant gown. Precious pearls were strewn along her neck and wrists and shone on ears. She looked down at the girl disdainfully, her red lipsticked mouth forming a sneer. "Who are you supposed to be?" She snarled. Then her expression softened, when she had realized who it was. "Dear, I'm sorry." She said, smiling. "I didn't recognize you under all those clothes. What brings you here?" Even the though the cold was sharp and fierce, and it made her voice shake, the girl spoke ever so clearly as she explained her presence. "S-Seeing as it's probably my last night here on Earth, I thought I would give you a present, because you are my neighbour. I just wanted you to know I really cared about you. I remember how you were the one who donated so much money to help cure me. I just felt like I needed to thank you."
The woman stared at her, recalling her memories. The girl was a victim of cancer, only 4 years old, and it had long past the point when they thought there would be a chance for her. But the girl was brave. She didn't cry, or whine or get bad-tempered. She handed the woman the silvery box, her hands shaking. Gulping back tears, the lavish-looking woman unwrapped the box gently. "I used pink because it was our favourite colour. I felt like it was a bond between us." muttered the girl silently. When she opened the box at last, she found that it was empty. "My dear girl! This box has nothing it except for air!" the woman exclaimed in protest.
The girl's lip started to quiver."What do you mean nothing except for air? I spent an hour pouring my heart out, saying how much I loved you and cared for you. I spent an hour blowing kisses into it, just for you." she mumbled, on the verge of tears. The woman had tears running down her cheeks by the end of this little speech, and wrapped her arms around the girl, pulling her close. When she let go, the woman whispered. "I don't want you to die." The girl started to smile. It was a bittersweet smile as she said wisely. "Everyone has their time to go. Just know that I will die in peace. And... I hope you will remember me whenever you celebrate Christmas." With those parting words, the girl hugged the woman a last time and scurried off back to her own dimly lit cottage.
She died the very next morning peacefully. She opened her eyes, to see everyone gathered by her bed. The woman from last night held her hand. The girl smiled weakly, whispered a faint Merry Christmas and Goodbye. Then she closed her eyes. Her chest stopped rising and falling. Her heartbeat ceased. She had left this world. The woman still remembers her, and cries silent tears every Christmas for her. She sets a special place at the dinner table for her, she keeps an empty box wrapped with pink wrapping paper under the tree for her. And every once in a while, she opens the box and blows kisses to her. The girl with the pink box.
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