Christmas time came about quickly, as a raging storm of shopping, gift wrapping and parties.
Yet another year has past, and it wasn't about to slow down.
My Aoi was still in the hospital. How would we spend our Christmas this year?
Half-heartedly, I joined the shopping sprees and festive cheer, numbing myself with the holiday buzz.
Yet I knew that despite the Christmas lights and the reds or greens, the fire in my heart was snuffed out.
Christmas meant nothing to me.
And it would get worse.
There was the clink of glasses and rumbling of laughter.
Everyone was bubbling with genuine smiles as we sipped our drinks.
I laughed along with them and spent my Christmas thus, in such a way.
I tried hard not to think, not to feel,
not to know that the more I drown in the Christmas air,
the more my heart aches.
Every Christmas for years there was someone who was always there for me.
This year I tried not think that it was any different.
My drink was cold and burned the back of my throat.
I must have zoned out because I felt a nudge to my right.
"You okay?" Airu asked me.
There was a smile on my face when I replied. "Yeah. Kanpai."
Our glasses tinkled together.
"I'm here for you Seiji."
Somehow those words of such simplicity struck me speechless.
Then she gave me a soft smile. A knowing smile.
"Thanks." I said.
The night went on and on.
Soon the voices became a mumble as a warm hazy sleepiness settled in.
It was comfortable and made me forget about everything.
If only life could be suspended in such a state.
Then all would be well...
There was a soft yellow-green glow of the hospital lights, hovering in the dark.
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Secondhand Memories (Pioneer English Cell Phone Novel)Teen Fiction
[Coming-of-age, Romance, Existential, Japan] Seiji and Aoi have been inseparable childhood friends and eventually, high school sweethearts. Believing in naive dreams and love, all seems well until a tragedy separates them with a chasm of frozen time...