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"Should love and hate be together?" December 25th. It was the time when happiness was supposed to live on forever. My mother always asked me the same question. "Should love and hate be together?" I never knew the answer. Her eyes were dileberate, and each time she looked at me, I could feel my emptiness grow inside of me. It was only one night when I noticed the answer to the question. I had awoken from an unpleasant dream, and I was simply walking around the house, looking at the monuments my mother had collected. I muted the radio and listened to the songs that flowed from it, looking at the sun rise beyond the mountains in the distance, the winter sky coated the whole seas and oceans into a white scene. I shivered, the cool breeze swept through my bare skin. I suddenly felt the urge to walk outside and feel the cool air sweep pass my whole body. Quietly, I walked out to the winter ground, the soft grass swayed gently in the breeze, as the cool air swept pass my whole body, my feet froze to the ground, and I realized how wonderful Christmas was ... I reached the edge of the cliff where my house stood, looking down at the low ground from here made me want to jump down, and fly, as if I had wings. I stepped closer to the edge of the cliff, closer ... and closer. Suddenly, I felt a jolt come over my whole body, as my vision grew faster and faster, it seemed like my body was falling ... falling ... and falling. I felt something soft envelope me, as I felt my body float through the night sky. I opened my eyes. I knew the answer to the question. "Love and hate cannot be together because they are too different. Love is affection. Hate is dislike. They are two very different things, which god has made in this world, to heal souls ... and to also damage souls." I had only discovered this answer when I had finally come to the end of my life ... when I had come to know about how much I loved Chirstmas ... and how much I hated my father. My father had left my mother a long time ago, and now, his out there in this world, somewhere with another woman. I noticed all this ... at the brim of my life. If only I had known that I had never been alive. If only I had known that I was living in a dream ... If only I had known that I was just a spirit living in the past. If only I had told god how much I knew the answer ... I had noticed all this ... on my Last Christmas.