[ WP ] Write the big climactic plot-twist . No context ... just the plot-twist .

“ How could you leave me? How could you do this to us? ” I shrieked, hands balled into fists, my voice dangerous, annoyed, reeking of all the emotions I had kept bottled up these past few weeks. There he was, and there I was, and I was going to make my stand here, under the softly falling snow, wrapped in a thin sweater, chilled to the bone. 
 
 “ Please, wait. ” He pleaded, his voice broken by a barely held back sob, his hands outstretched, almost begging. He was in a thick jacket, and then hand reaching out to me was wrapped in leather gloves. He had always had the foresight I often lacked. That ’ s why we had been perfect for each other, we had covered for each other ’ s mistakes. 
 
 Tears began to well in my eyes. That ’ s why when we had split, it had been explosive, fiery, and hurtful. They had known each other ’ s weaknesses perfectly. “ I ’ ve waited long enough. You left me for too long! This ends now. ” 
 
 He lowered his voice, and his voice steadied. The bastard ’ s mouth twisted into a smile. 
 “ Yes, it does. ” he said, as he suddenly slammed his hand onto a button I hadn ’ t seen. 
 
 Suddenly, fruits came raining hard and fast, dropping on his head and mine. Oranges, cherries, grapes, and our favourite, apples. Falling with the gently snowflakes was a cornucopia of sweet, delicious, ripe fruits. My mouth gaped open. He had saved the village, given back the things that had been stolen away. He had saved her. Everything made sense to me now, all the things that he had done the past few months that hadn ’ t made any sense at the time. He had done it for her. All of it, for her. 
 
 I ran forward and hugged him. Johnny Appleseed had saved Christmas.
