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The doorbell rang. I raced to the door. I was dressed in clothing that was better than what I usually wore, but was crumbled. If I hadn't slept in them I wouldn't have been dressed to meet her. I opened the door and smiled at her. In the background, snow was softly falling. It made a wonderful scene to wake up to. "You're early, Sarah." I said. "Come on in." She stepped inside, and I took her to the kitchen. "Have you had any breakfast?"

"Yes, but it was a little breakfast, Tom." Sarah replied. Her outfit seemed unusual for such cold weather, but I liked it. I wished all women dressed as she did now. She was carrying a bag in which, I assumed, my present was in. She would be impressed with what I had gotten her, I knew it. I started to make eggs and bacon. "I heard odd things about what you did last night."

"Oh, it was nothing." I said, trying to not think about what had happened. "Nothing important, at least. It's nothing that will affect you, I promise. It's nothing that will make me love you any less."

Sarah laughed and gave me a sly smile. "No, nothing could make me love you any less, either. Nothing at all. I'm sure you could never do or think anything horrible. You're an honest man and, I am sure, have never done anything wrong in your life."

"We all have secrets." I said as I continued to cook.

"Yes…we do." Sarah said and waited to speak until after I was done cooking. We then walked to the table and started to eat. "Are we doing anything special tonight?"

I smiled. "A calm walk in the park through the snow, then come back here, have some wine, and then…" We both smiled at each other. She knew what would happen, and I knew what would happen. I couldn't wait, but I had to. Had to make sure I presented her present in the right fashion.

"So, did you have any other girlfriends before me?" Sarah asked me as she ate. "I'm sure someone like you would have to have been in a relationship before."

"One night flings, but I've changed. Four months ago, when I met you, I decided I wanted to change. I wanted to be true to one person and one person only." The memories of the warm nights with Sarah flashed through my mind.

"That's a lovely idea." Sarah said, and we finished eating a few minutes later. As she finished, I realized I only wanted her body. Some people might call me shallow for only liking her physical appearance, but I believed that to be what people meant when they said they loved someone. How could anyone live with a person if that person didn't look good? It was an impossibility for me to imagine.

We then walked to the living room where my small sized Christmas tree stood. It was heavily decorated, and Sarah smiled at it. I couldn't wait until she opened her gift. It was in a small box beneath the tree. Its wrapping was newspaper, but that hid the majesty of the gift. It was a gift that not many people would receive. In fact, getting the gift made me damned. She handed me my bag, and I placed it to the side of the couch. I went over to the gift, picked it up, and brought it to her. Sarah didn't look that excited and neatly hid a disgusted grimace.

I handed her the box. It seemed as if her hand was reaching out slowly, but maybe that was only my imagination. I wanted this moment to last forever and see her joy at receiving my gift. She finally had the box fully in her hand, and I sat down by her. She gave me a weak smile and unwrapped the box. She opened it. She gasped. A bright light came into her eyes, and there was a hint of greed in her hands as she picked the necklace up. It appeared to be a snowflake that was as white and pure as snow; the chain appeared to be crystals of actual snow.

I gently took the necklace from her hands and put it around her neck. I enjoyed the feeling of being close to her. Once it was done, I stared into Sarah's eyes, and she smiled. I saw the glint in her eyes that showed she knew that I wasn't poor. I was rich even though I appeared the opposite. "Look in the bag." She told me, and I went over to the bag. I found a bottle of wine and raced to the kitchen to get two wine glasses. This was going to be a great day.

* * *
I looked from my viewpoint on Erica's chest. She had much smaller breasts than Sarah had, and I was upset because of that. Five years had passed since I had gone away from Sarah.

Erica took out a journal and then took a pen from the desk's drawer. "Hello." She said to me, though she didn't know it was me. She thought she was talking to a necklace, the same one I had given to Sarah. For weeks she had been trying to find out the secret of the necklace. I didn't want to reveal myself too soon. "Listen, I'm going to keep doing this until I find out what you are. You don't have to hide from me. I know you're living in the necklace. I feel your presence clearly whenever I am wearing this necklace and my husband is around."

I didn't say anything, and she took me off. She looked directly to the center of the snowflake; I sat on her hand. It had been weeks of this, and I hadn't replied. But I couldn't take it anymore. "I…" I started, and the voice that came out of the necklace sounded weak and cold. "I am Tom."

Erica gave me a strange expression. "A great spirit named Tom?" She shook her head, and I saw her grab the pen; I assumed she wrote my name down.

"I'm not a spirit." I replied. "I am a person named Tom. I put my soul into this necklace. I've noticed that your husband isn't even slightly attractive. Ever think of aiming at someone a little better?"

"He's the best man I know." She replied defensively. "And how am I to trust a man who put his soul into a necklace?"

"I…I wanted to find true love by being in a necklace so I could be closer to women. I tried first with a woman named Sarah. My mortal body died the night after I gave her the necklace because my soul went into it. She did not care that I had 'died'. She heard that news and didn't care. She was really a whore and so, for the past five years, I've been going from person to person."

"Then haven't you already found the answer you were seeking?" Erica asked. "For five years? Why did people give this snowflake necklace away? It appears priceless, and you probably never talked to anyone."

"I did talk to people to find true love, and then they sold me." I said in anger and the snowflake radiated with cold. "I only found women that were pretty and were whores; or women that were butt ugly and chose to marry less than attractive men. There was never a beautiful woman that was true to one man. Those pretty women, who should've been faithful, were whores!"

"And I'm butt ugly?" She demanded. "Just because I don't flaunt myself like some women doesn't mean I haven't found true love. I have!"

"No, you haven't." I replied angrily. "You're too dense to realize anything important. Your husband protects you from the world and so do your parents. Your DAUGHTER knows more about the world than you do."

"I've been a good person." Erica replied. "I've only done my best even if I'm not knowledgeable in the world like some people are. You are perverted, and you need to get over that. Maybe I can't find true love, but I can find something very similar."

"You are hopeless." I told her, and then she called for her daughter.

"Keep this necklace in the family." Erica told her, and I imagined that Erica's daughter gave her an odd look.

"Okay, mother." She said, and I imagined her smiling her teenage smile.

* * *
Light shone into the box, and Tabitha's face was shown to me. She was an average woman with eyes that saw into more places than any angel could. "Such a lovely thing to wear on my wedding day." She said and smiled at me. "Such a pure and innocent thing I shall wear to show myself true to my future husband. But I'm not pure. Am I? No. I know too much to be pure and innocent. But, saying that, I have not committed the grave sins others have." She walked over to the window and out of my line of sight. She had a wonderful ass, I must admit.

"It was so long ago that I was innocent and didn't know about true love. My great grandmother, Erica, handed this necklace to her daughter and requested it never be given away to anyone outside the family." There was a slight pause, and Tabitha sighed. "I don't understand her request. She is an odd one, though. She seems to lack the brains to fully grasp all aspects of life."

She came back to me and picked me up. "I love him and want to be with him forever. I will always be true to him. Always." She said and started to put me on.

"What if he isn't faithful to you?" I asked her angrily. "How can you trust any man? I am a man, and I know there's a hidden side to us. He might have an agenda with you. I've watched too many people fall down. Don't do this!"

Tabitha looked at me in shock. "Is this the secret Erica was hiding from me?" She asked. "And who are you that I should believe you?"

"I am Tom. I was a horrible person. I sold my soul to find true love. Time and again I saw people fooling each other." I said. "Now that I have had enough time to think about true love, I find that it can't be understood. Sarah couldn't understand it because she thought of it as sex (I, also, had the same mistaken notion); Erica couldn't understand it because she couldn't think deeply; but you can understand it because you're a mix of purity and impurity."

"And you don't think I can tell if he loves me?" Tabitha asked. "I have questioned myself, and I have found the answer. I know he will be true to me, I just know it. I feel it in my heart that speaks to my soul. How did you get to be in the necklace?"

"I sold my soul to get into this necklace and find true love. I find I can't get a grasp of it. I know you are smart enough to make good choices, but the feeling doesn't seem to be defined by logic. True love isn't physical…but there is an admiration of your lover's body. Now that I find my answer impossible to find, I will go to Hell as was the deal. But not as true to the deal, because I am giving up."

"But can't you ask for forgiveness? I'm sure God will grant you forgiveness if you ask."

I thought about it. Yes, I could ask for forgiveness. But should I? I was sorry for what I had done. I wouldn't be able to find true love, and what was Heaven compared to that? But Hell would have torture that would be more painful than the knowledge of what I had done. "Throw me down." I commanded Tabitha. "I will allow God to make the judgment He wants on me."

She threw me to the floor, and I watched as it came closer. 'God, save me! Forgive me!' I thought. When it hit the floor, everything was distorted. I felt pain and imagined that I was in Hell. My mind was everywhere, and I recalled my thoughts of lust. I was being swept into a whirlwind while burning.

After what seemed longer than Eternity, I stood up and saw a sight that was not Hell. It was the Gates that I saw and, behind them, Paradise. I walked up to Peter and said, "God is one great fellow if He allows me into Heaven after what happened." Peter smiled at me and allowed me to enter.

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The doorbell rang. I raced to the door. I was dressed in clothing that was better than what I usually wore, but was crumbled. If I hadn't slept in them I wouldn't have been dressed to meet her. I opened the door and smiled at her. In the background, snow was softly falling. It made a wonderful scene to wake up to. "You're early, Sarah." I said. "Come on in." She stepped inside, and I took her to the kitchen. "Have you had any breakfast?"

"Yes, but it was a little breakfast, Tom." Sarah replied. Her outfit seemed unusual for such cold weather, but I liked it. I wished all women dressed as she did now. She was carrying a bag in which, I assumed, my present was in. She would be impressed with what I had gotten her, I knew it. I started to make eggs and bacon. "I heard odd things about what you did last night."

"Oh, it was nothing." I said, trying to not think about what had happened. "Nothing important, at least. It's nothing that will affect you, I promise. It's nothing that will make me love you any less."

Sarah laughed and gave me a sly smile. "No, nothing could make me love you any less, either. Nothing at all. I'm sure you could never do or think anything horrible. You're an honest man and, I am sure, have never done anything wrong in your life."

"We all have secrets." I said as I continued to cook.

"Yes…we do." Sarah said and waited to speak until after I was done cooking. We then walked to the table and started to eat. "Are we doing anything special tonight?"

I smiled. "A calm walk in the park through the snow, then come back here, have some wine, and then…" We both smiled at each other. She knew what would happen, and I knew what would happen. I couldn't wait, but I had to. Had to make sure I presented her present in the right fashion.

"So, did you have any other girlfriends before me?" Sarah asked me as she ate. "I'm sure someone like you would have to have been in a relationship before."

"One night flings, but I've changed. Four months ago, when I met you, I decided I wanted to change. I wanted to be true to one person and one person only." The memories of the warm nights with Sarah flashed through my mind.

"That's a lovely idea." Sarah said, and we finished eating a few minutes later. As she finished, I realized I only wanted her body. Some people might call me shallow for only liking her physical appearance, but I believed that to be what people meant when they said they loved someone. How could anyone live with a person if that person didn't look good? It was an impossibility for me to imagine.

We then walked to the living room where my small sized Christmas tree stood. It was heavily decorated, and Sarah smiled at it. I couldn't wait until she opened her gift. It was in a small box beneath the tree. Its wrapping was newspaper, but that hid the majesty of the gift. It was a gift that not many people would receive. In fact, getting the gift made me damned. She handed me my bag, and I placed it to the side of the couch. I went over to the gift, picked it up, and brought it to her. Sarah didn't look that excited and neatly hid a disgusted grimace.

I handed her the box. It seemed as if her hand was reaching out slowly, but maybe that was only my imagination. I wanted this moment to last forever and see her joy at receiving my gift. She finally had the box fully in her hand, and I sat down by her. She gave me a weak smile and unwrapped the box. She opened it. She gasped. A bright light came into her eyes, and there was a hint of greed in her hands as she picked the necklace up. It appeared to be a snowflake that was as white and pure as snow; the chain appeared to be crystals of actual snow.

I gently took the necklace from her hands and put it around her neck. I enjoyed the feeling of being close to her. Once it was done, I stared into Sarah's eyes, and she smiled. I saw the glint in her eyes that showed she knew that I wasn't poor. I was rich even though I appeared the opposite. "Look in the bag." She told me, and I went over to the bag. I found a bottle of wine and raced to the kitchen to get two wine glasses. This was going to be a great day.

* * *
I looked from my viewpoint on Erica's chest. She had much smaller breasts than Sarah had, and I was upset because of that. Five years had passed since I had gone away from Sarah.

Erica took out a journal and then took a pen from the desk's drawer. "Hello." She said to me, though she didn't know it was me. She thought she was talking to a necklace, the same one I had given to Sarah. For weeks she had been trying to find out the secret of the necklace. I didn't want to reveal myself too soon. "Listen, I'm going to keep doing this until I find out what you are. You don't have to hide from me. I know you're living in the necklace. I feel your presence clearly whenever I am wearing this necklace and my husband is around."

I didn't say anything, and she took me off. She looked directly to the center of the snowflake; I sat on her hand. It had been weeks of this, and I hadn't replied. But I couldn't take it anymore. "I…" I started, and the voice that came out of the necklace sounded weak and cold. "I am Tom."

Erica gave me a strange expression. "A great spirit named Tom?" She shook her head, and I saw her grab the pen; I assumed she wrote my name down.

"I'm not a spirit." I replied. "I am a person named Tom. I put my soul into this necklace. I've noticed that your husband isn't even slightly attractive. Ever think of aiming at someone a little better?"

"He's the best man I know." She replied defensively. "And how am I to trust a man who put his soul into a necklace?"

"I…I wanted to find true love by being in a necklace so I could be closer to women. I tried first with a woman named Sarah. My mortal body died the night after I gave her the necklace because my soul went into it. She did not care that I had 'died'. She heard that news and didn't care. She was really a whore and so, for the past five years, I've been going from person to person."

"Then haven't you already found the answer you were seeking?" Erica asked. "For five years? Why did people give this snowflake necklace away? It appears priceless, and you probably never talked to anyone."

"I did talk to people to find true love, and then they sold me." I said in anger and the snowflake radiated with cold. "I only found women that were pretty and were whores; or women that were butt ugly and chose to marry less than attractive men. There was never a beautiful woman that was true to one man. Those pretty women, who should've been faithful, were whores!"

"And I'm butt ugly?" She demanded. "Just because I don't flaunt myself like some women doesn't mean I haven't found true love. I have!"

"No, you haven't." I replied angrily. "You're too dense to realize anything important. Your husband protects you from the world and so do your parents. Your DAUGHTER knows more about the world than you do."

"I've been a good person." Erica replied. "I've only done my best even if I'm not knowledgeable in the world like some people are. You are perverted, and you need to get over that. Maybe I can't find true love, but I can find something very similar."

"You are hopeless." I told her, and then she called for her daughter.

"Keep this necklace in the family." Erica told her, and I imagined that Erica's daughter gave her an odd look.

"Okay, mother." She said, and I imagined her smiling her teenage smile.

* * *
Light shone into the box, and Tabitha's face was shown to me. She was an average woman with eyes that saw into more places than any angel could. "Such a lovely thing to wear on my wedding day." She said and smiled at me. "Such a pure and innocent thing I shall wear to show myself true to my future husband. But I'm not pure. Am I? No. I know too much to be pure and innocent. But, saying that, I have not committed the grave sins others have." She walked over to the window and out of my line of sight. She had a wonderful ass, I must admit.

"It was so long ago that I was innocent and didn't know about true love. My great grandmother, Erica, handed this necklace to her daughter and requested it never be given away to anyone outside the family." There was a slight pause, and Tabitha sighed. "I don't understand her request. She is an odd one, though. She seems to lack the brains to fully grasp all aspects of life."

She came back to me and picked me up. "I love him and want to be with him forever. I will always be true to him. Always." She said and started to put me on.

"What if he isn't faithful to you?" I asked her angrily. "How can you trust any man? I am a man, and I know there's a hidden side to us. He might have an agenda with you. I've watched too many people fall down. Don't do this!"

Tabitha looked at me in shock. "Is this the secret Erica was hiding from me?" She asked. "And who are you that I should believe you?"

"I am Tom. I was a horrible person. I sold my soul to find true love. Time and again I saw people fooling each other." I said. "Now that I have had enough time to think about true love, I find that it can't be understood. Sarah couldn't understand it because she thought of it as sex (I, also, had the same mistaken notion); Erica couldn't understand it because she couldn't think deeply; but you can understand it because you're a mix of purity and impurity."

"And you don't think I can tell if he loves me?" Tabitha asked. "I have questioned myself, and I have found the answer. I know he will be true to me, I just know it. I feel it in my heart that speaks to my soul. How did you get to be in the necklace?"

"I sold my soul to get into this necklace and find true love. I find I can't get a grasp of it. I know you are smart enough to make good choices, but the feeling doesn't seem to be defined by logic. True love isn't physical…but there is an admiration of your lover's body. Now that I find my answer impossible to find, I will go to Hell as was the deal. But not as true to the deal, because I am giving up."

"But can't you ask for forgiveness? I'm sure God will grant you forgiveness if you ask."

I thought about it. Yes, I could ask for forgiveness. But should I? I was sorry for what I had done. I wouldn't be able to find true love, and what was Heaven compared to that? But Hell would have torture that would be more painful than the knowledge of what I had done. "Throw me down." I commanded Tabitha. "I will allow God to make the judgment He wants on me."

She threw me to the floor, and I watched as it came closer. 'God, save me! Forgive me!' I thought. When it hit the floor, everything was distorted. I felt pain and imagined that I was in Hell. My mind was everywhere, and I recalled my thoughts of lust. I was being swept into a whirlwind while burning.

After what seemed longer than Eternity, I stood up and saw a sight that was not Hell. It was the Gates that I saw and, behind them, Paradise. I walked up to Peter and said, "God is one great fellow if He allows me into Heaven after what happened." Peter smiled at me and allowed me to enter.