Here we go. Last part of the book. I'm more excited than sad now and I'm really proud of us. I'll write a last author note after this chapter, like an ending. Read is slowly, so you can cherish it. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I had felt like a shit. Not worse then the times when I thought he had died, but it was painful. Mainly because of my fear to tell him the truth. To tell him my feelings. And yet again, I chickened out.

There was the perfect time, when we were saying our goodbyes. If only I had gathered more courage. Still feeling his lips on mine, his hands on my body, I wanted to cry even more. I knew I had fallen, fallen deep down and fallen hard. I had fallen in love with him.

"Evan, stay here. I don't want you to be alone."

Craig's voice snapped me out of the trance, making me realize where I even were. Tyler was looking at me with the most worried eyes, like he knew what I was feeling.

I don't want to invade their happy time. They deserve some of this.

"That's alright, I'll walk for a while. Besides, I'm really tired," I excused myself, standing up.

"You can't be alone on Christmas. Nobody deserves that," Craig tried once again, looking at Tyler for some help.

"Let him be, baby. He already suffered through this dinner," Tyler said, looking at me with understanding.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"Before you go," Craig started, running to some room.

Tyler handed me my jacket, while I tied my shoes.

"He called this morning," Tyler said silently, making me look at him with racing heart.

It hurt me that he called his friend, but he didn't make his time to call me. Like he crossed me out from his life.

"And?"

"He wished us Merry Christmas. He was on his way from Luke's parents house."

"Did he... did he say anything else?" I asked nervously, wishing to hear anything about me.

"No. He was planning to spend this day in his house, but Bryce and Ohm invited him over, so his plans changed."

"Alright," I whispered, swallowing my tears back.

"This! I got you a present," Craig ran to us, handing me a big wrapped gift.

I already gave them my gift, after Cry divide all his money between us.

"Thank you, but you didn't really have to," I replied, being suddenly hugged by my best friend.

"I love you, Evan," he whispered into my chest, and I hugged him back.

"Your boyfriend is standing right here," I joked, just to cover my suffering.

"Merry Christmas," he replied, stepping away from me with a big smile.

I felt a warmness filling my body, just by looking at how Craig was happy. After all, he deserved to be loved too.

"Merry Christmas," I said to both of them, walking away.

A cold wind attacked my skin and I pulled my jacket closer to my body. I felt something falling down on me and I looked up. Snowflakes were elegantly landing, making me smile a little.

I'm sure he's happy. Bryce and Ohm likes him, they're his childhood friends, he's welcomed there, he's not alone.

I walked straight home, feeling sorrow from how empty my house was. This whole journey I was surrounded by people, this was the first time being all alone. And the worst thing was that it was on Christmas. My favorite holiday.

I wasn't even in the mood to buy and decorate the tree. I had been celebrating this with Craig every year, right after my father bought me the house I was living in. But I knew he deserved to be with Tyler alone.

I consider calling my parents, or just my mum, but I was too afraid to know their situation. I was too afraid to know how bad it was. So I went straight to the bed. I saw his mask on the nightstand. For a few seconds, I pressed it against my chest, hugging it. I remembered all the time I had been with him, all the memories. And it was just a memory.

I fucking miss you, I fucking love you. Merry Christmas, my masked angel.

I put his mask back on the nightstand, rolling myself on the bed couple times, unable to stop the tears. That night I cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up, my head still hurt from how I cried. My heart ached, recalling why I was sad, so empty.

With a loud sigh, I walked downstairs. I stopped death in the movement, my eyes caught by shining colors in the living room. Slowly walking there, I blinked several times. There was a Christmas tree, red and blue lights sparkling and flickering.

What?

There was a wrapped gift underneath the tree. I looked around, seeing nobody. I quickly walked through a few rooms, just to see it empty, just as I left it.

Maybe Craig and Tyler came over?

I kneeled down next to the gift, inspecting it closely. I wanted to be patient, but I was dying to know. Quickly unwrapping the gift, I saw a small box. I opened it, just to see a bracelet with a golden owl on it.

Feeling confused, I rotated the box, only to see the paper fall down. I picked it up, hoping to solve this riddle.

To my Night Owl, my partner. Spread your wings, Evan, you can fly. Just believe in yourself.

What the fuck does this mean?

"Do you like it?"

I jumped in surprised, my head shot towards the introducer. My heart stopped beating, as my body started to shake uncontrollably.

"Jonathan," I whispered, not sure if he was real, if any of this was real.

"Yes," he said, casually leaning against the wall.

"I'm real Evan, just breath, please," he talked again, making me realize I was still holding my breath.

"Y-you did this?" I asked, pointing at the tree.

I wanted him to talk. I wanted to hear his voice, hear his intentions. I still couldn't believe he was here, he came here.

"I know you love Christmas, and Tyler told me you were going to be alone. I didn't want that."

He walked towards me, kneeling in front of my. He softly took the bracelet from my hand, carefully putting it on my wrist. My eyes didn't left his eyes. I licked my lips, my heart racing in nervousness.

"Night Owl?" I whispered, already liking the name he gave me.

He shrugged his shoulders, looking back at me.

"Evan, I-"

And it was at that moment, in that exact moment, my mouth spoke before I could have stopped it.

"I love you."

His eyes widened, the time around us seemed to stop.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"What?" He asked slowly, looking deep into my eyes.

"I-I... uhm... just... aren't you hungry?"

I quickly stood up, wanting to walk to the kitchen, wanting to run away from him. I acted so stupidly, I knew that too well. My wrist was wrapped in his fingers and I was pulled back towards his body in a no time. He was so close to me, I felt his body on mine.

"What did you say?" He asked again, and I felt so embarrassed, so humiliated.

"N-nothing. Let me go."

I tried to get out of his embrace, out of his personal space, out of his hypnotic skills.

"Evan," he nudged me, tightening the grip.

"I fell in love with you, ok? And before you laugh, and before you walk away, I just want you to know that I don't fucking regret anything that happened. Not even the torture you put me through. And I was so afraid to tell you this, because of what happened to Bryce and Ohm. And I know I'm gonna end like him. And I-"

I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine, his hand on my back. I was blown off by his reaction. When he pulled away, my mind still had to proceed what had happened.

"I love you, Evan. You're the angel send from the skies to protect me," he whispered, making my legs so weak.

"A-am I dreaming?" I asked, unable to stop new tears in their journey.

He softly them away wiped away, his touch sending shivers through my body.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered with a smile.

"B-but I thought you hated Christmas! I-I-"

"I did, my family died at that time. But you're here now and you showed me I'm not alone anymore. Delirious wanted to kill you, because he was jealous I picked you over him, because you were making me happy."

"Thank you," he finished his sentence.

He leaned closer to me again, kissing me once again. Kiss filled with love, something I've never felt in my entire love. Not until I was hit by him, like a target.