Noelle!
@holidaymagic.bsky.social
✱ I think of you, and my heart hurts.
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You’re not seriously in a cult, are you?
December 1, 2025 at 3:26 AM
You’re not seriously in a cult, are you?
…
[ She just looks SO tired. ]
Kris, we are not joining a cult.
[ She just looks SO tired. ]
Kris, we are not joining a cult.
December 1, 2025 at 2:57 AM
…
[ She just looks SO tired. ]
Kris, we are not joining a cult.
[ She just looks SO tired. ]
Kris, we are not joining a cult.
… That sounds scary.
December 1, 2025 at 2:48 AM
… That sounds scary.
// i think it can get much worse
December 1, 2025 at 2:22 AM
// i think it can get much worse
// they're gay i think
December 1, 2025 at 2:16 AM
// they're gay i think
// yeah !! anything......
December 1, 2025 at 2:15 AM
// yeah !! anything......
// looks at u so sweetly
December 1, 2025 at 2:14 AM
// looks at u so sweetly
[ Even if things look different,
She knows it's not.
... Because Dess still isn't home,
And Noelle still feels alone. ]
Sorry, I just... I miss you, Dess.
So, please... come back soon, okay?
... Please.
She knows it's not.
... Because Dess still isn't home,
And Noelle still feels alone. ]
Sorry, I just... I miss you, Dess.
So, please... come back soon, okay?
... Please.
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
[ Even if things look different,
She knows it's not.
... Because Dess still isn't home,
And Noelle still feels alone. ]
Sorry, I just... I miss you, Dess.
So, please... come back soon, okay?
... Please.
She knows it's not.
... Because Dess still isn't home,
And Noelle still feels alone. ]
Sorry, I just... I miss you, Dess.
So, please... come back soon, okay?
... Please.
[ Gazing down, reality sets in again.
She knows Dess isn't here. She hasn't been for a while.
... She knows Dess wouldn't want her to feel alone right now. But, she does.
Every year. Every December. Noelle always finds herself here. ]
She knows Dess isn't here. She hasn't been for a while.
... She knows Dess wouldn't want her to feel alone right now. But, she does.
Every year. Every December. Noelle always finds herself here. ]
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
[ Gazing down, reality sets in again.
She knows Dess isn't here. She hasn't been for a while.
... She knows Dess wouldn't want her to feel alone right now. But, she does.
Every year. Every December. Noelle always finds herself here. ]
She knows Dess isn't here. She hasn't been for a while.
... She knows Dess wouldn't want her to feel alone right now. But, she does.
Every year. Every December. Noelle always finds herself here. ]
...
Dess,
You...
... You know... You can always come home...
Right?
So, why? Why...
Why aren't you home?
Dess,
You...
... You know... You can always come home...
Right?
So, why? Why...
Why aren't you home?
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
...
Dess,
You...
... You know... You can always come home...
Right?
So, why? Why...
Why aren't you home?
Dess,
You...
... You know... You can always come home...
Right?
So, why? Why...
Why aren't you home?
I-I like her!!! I like her a lot, and...!! I think...
... I think you'd like her too, Dess.
[ Noelle looks next to her,
but there's no one there. ]
I... I really want you to meet her.
When... you come back home.
[ If you come back home. ]
... I think you'd like her too, Dess.
[ Noelle looks next to her,
but there's no one there. ]
I... I really want you to meet her.
When... you come back home.
[ If you come back home. ]
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
I-I like her!!! I like her a lot, and...!! I think...
... I think you'd like her too, Dess.
[ Noelle looks next to her,
but there's no one there. ]
I... I really want you to meet her.
When... you come back home.
[ If you come back home. ]
... I think you'd like her too, Dess.
[ Noelle looks next to her,
but there's no one there. ]
I... I really want you to meet her.
When... you come back home.
[ If you come back home. ]
[ Her face feels a little warm. If Dess was here, she knows she'd be teasing her about it. She wouldn't let her live this down. ]
She's really... she's... tough, she's strong... a-and she's really... really kind.
... Mom doesn't... like her. She told me to stay away from her, but...
She's really... she's... tough, she's strong... a-and she's really... really kind.
... Mom doesn't... like her. She told me to stay away from her, but...
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
[ Her face feels a little warm. If Dess was here, she knows she'd be teasing her about it. She wouldn't let her live this down. ]
She's really... she's... tough, she's strong... a-and she's really... really kind.
... Mom doesn't... like her. She told me to stay away from her, but...
She's really... she's... tough, she's strong... a-and she's really... really kind.
... Mom doesn't... like her. She told me to stay away from her, but...
B-But, I guess... I'm happy that we're friends again, fahaha...
[ She's quiet, awaiting a response that never comes. She expects advice, but acquires none. ]
Oh, um... and, there's, this girl, you know?
... Susie. She's... she's Kris' friend.
[ She's quiet, awaiting a response that never comes. She expects advice, but acquires none. ]
Oh, um... and, there's, this girl, you know?
... Susie. She's... she's Kris' friend.
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
B-But, I guess... I'm happy that we're friends again, fahaha...
[ She's quiet, awaiting a response that never comes. She expects advice, but acquires none. ]
Oh, um... and, there's, this girl, you know?
... Susie. She's... she's Kris' friend.
[ She's quiet, awaiting a response that never comes. She expects advice, but acquires none. ]
Oh, um... and, there's, this girl, you know?
... Susie. She's... she's Kris' friend.
Kris... has been acting kind of strange. Not like themself. We've been... hanging out more, though.
... But sometimes, it feels like... when I talk to them, I'm...
Talking to someone else.
... I don't know. Maybe it's just because... we haven't talked in so long.
... But sometimes, it feels like... when I talk to them, I'm...
Talking to someone else.
... I don't know. Maybe it's just because... we haven't talked in so long.
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
Kris... has been acting kind of strange. Not like themself. We've been... hanging out more, though.
... But sometimes, it feels like... when I talk to them, I'm...
Talking to someone else.
... I don't know. Maybe it's just because... we haven't talked in so long.
... But sometimes, it feels like... when I talk to them, I'm...
Talking to someone else.
... I don't know. Maybe it's just because... we haven't talked in so long.
Hey, Dess.
... It's been a long time hasn't it?
[ It's been years. ]
I, um... just hope you're okay. Everyone does.
A lot... a lot has happened since the last time we talked.
... It's been a long time hasn't it?
[ It's been years. ]
I, um... just hope you're okay. Everyone does.
A lot... a lot has happened since the last time we talked.
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
Hey, Dess.
... It's been a long time hasn't it?
[ It's been years. ]
I, um... just hope you're okay. Everyone does.
A lot... a lot has happened since the last time we talked.
... It's been a long time hasn't it?
[ It's been years. ]
I, um... just hope you're okay. Everyone does.
A lot... a lot has happened since the last time we talked.
[ Sat on the ground, back pressed against a mattress, Noelle's fingers comb through the carpet below.
She misses those late-night chats, when things got tough. Maybe it's stupid that she can imagine her sister, right here beside her.
... Maybe it's naive, that she speaks like she is here. ]
She misses those late-night chats, when things got tough. Maybe it's stupid that she can imagine her sister, right here beside her.
... Maybe it's naive, that she speaks like she is here. ]
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
[ Sat on the ground, back pressed against a mattress, Noelle's fingers comb through the carpet below.
She misses those late-night chats, when things got tough. Maybe it's stupid that she can imagine her sister, right here beside her.
... Maybe it's naive, that she speaks like she is here. ]
She misses those late-night chats, when things got tough. Maybe it's stupid that she can imagine her sister, right here beside her.
... Maybe it's naive, that she speaks like she is here. ]
[ Noelle felt sick to her stomach at first, seeing things even slightly out of place, but, those memories from that day...
They outweigh it, even a little bit. It makes the space look lived in.
As if, she's still here.
... It's wishful thinking, but...
At least, she can pretend. ]
They outweigh it, even a little bit. It makes the space look lived in.
As if, she's still here.
... It's wishful thinking, but...
At least, she can pretend. ]
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
[ Noelle felt sick to her stomach at first, seeing things even slightly out of place, but, those memories from that day...
They outweigh it, even a little bit. It makes the space look lived in.
As if, she's still here.
... It's wishful thinking, but...
At least, she can pretend. ]
They outweigh it, even a little bit. It makes the space look lived in.
As if, she's still here.
... It's wishful thinking, but...
At least, she can pretend. ]
[ Every year. Every December. On the first day, Noelle always finds herself here. But, this year is different.
Visibly, it's the first year Dess' room doesn't remain untouched.
A stray hockey puck on a turquoise carpet, closet door slightly ajar. And,
the absence of a guitar. ]
Visibly, it's the first year Dess' room doesn't remain untouched.
A stray hockey puck on a turquoise carpet, closet door slightly ajar. And,
the absence of a guitar. ]
December 1, 2025 at 2:01 AM
[ Every year. Every December. On the first day, Noelle always finds herself here. But, this year is different.
Visibly, it's the first year Dess' room doesn't remain untouched.
A stray hockey puck on a turquoise carpet, closet door slightly ajar. And,
the absence of a guitar. ]
Visibly, it's the first year Dess' room doesn't remain untouched.
A stray hockey puck on a turquoise carpet, closet door slightly ajar. And,
the absence of a guitar. ]