Merry Christmas.
*Myra's POV* It's been 11 days since Cheyenne passed. That's all I can think about as I wake up this morning. Not that it's Christmas. I've been coping better with the fact that she's gone, but it hasn't gotten the slightest bit easier. The support I've had however, has been wonderful. Drake has been a rock for me, and Im so happy we're spending today together with our families. Everyone got every single person a gift, and then we decided to do a secret santa. And I'm really happy I got Taylor. Just as I was sitting up Blake and Micha walked in. "Good morning My." Micha smiled. "Merry Christmas." Blake said plopping down on my bed. "Good morning. Merry Christmas." I hugged them both. "We got you something." The boys looked at eachother. I looked at them. "Ok? You could've waited
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