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Veils Christmas

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The days of winter were long and tedious. I was always told as a child that my white skin would help me because of winter. But it was a crock of shit since I had to wear two coats and snow boots everywhere.
I remember he use to always get mad at me, he'd throw his scarf over my head and tell me not to be stupid. He was so caring, and so kind, I felt awful when I had to leave him. It was for the best…for him.
But today, I walked home from my work, tired as always. At first I assumed sleeping with women would be an easy job, but sadly it wasn't. I didn't have a bike, and I didn't like buses anymore so I had to walk home. Tonight was Christmas, I usually tried to avoid this Holiday but I never could since its everywhere.
As a child my Christmases were spent with mom and dad, then after mom died I would sit in my room making Christmas card while dad drank his life away. Then when I got older I met him, he made it all better. We celebrated Christmas together as lovers, but we acted as though we were friends. Tis the season for celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ I suppose.
But after that Christmas I began to grow worried for him. He was all I had, all I had to make me smile, all I had not to end it all. But everyone who I had loved had always left me cold and empty, they had always died.
My friends and my family were like a roses in a vase of water. Sure the water keeps them healthy and they live for a while, but soon they wilt slowly, and they die. Then there's only one flower left standing in the middle of its dead friends and family. Soon it dies too, but it dies alone with mournful thoughts and wanting to join its friends wherever they have gone.
So on a bright and sunny February I left him while he was asleep. Before I left I kissed his forehead and left all I could give him. I cross I had worn since I had met him, one that I protected with my life, one that I valued more than anything.
When I left I got on the next bus, going wherever it took me, just drifting from place to place.
Then one day, I realized it was Christmas. I spent it making money the only I could, sleeping in bed with a married woman. I wanted to spend it with him, holding his hand while we watched X-men movies even though he hated them. I wanted to walk down the street of Rubin Street with him, and throwing a snowball at him and watching him laugh and start throwing snowballs at me. I wanted to just be with him. But I couldn't.
It has been two Christmases now without him, and tonight I walked by a phone booth that usually has someone in it. I stared at it for a while, its yellow glow gleamed in my eyes and I went inside it.
I remembered calling him to tell him we had to go somewhere. He would ask why, and I'd lie and say "because friends hang out like this". It was really because dad hit me, and I needed to get away from dad and smile with a friend I could trust.
I didn't want to call him but I'd also wanted to call him every day since I left. I just wanted to call him, I just wanted to hear his voice, just once, just once. I don't care if he yells "Who the hell is this?" if I call and I don't say anything.
I put in two dollars worth of quarters and I dial his number, between numbers is beeps like a song. I didn't call the house phone, he's probably not home. I call his work number, and he answers just like  all of the other employee's answer.
"Sheila's super market, Kevin speaking, how can I help you?".
I stood there letting it echo into my head.
"hello? Hello?" he says.
I felt my mouth open and only a few sounds come out. None are words and I feel as though someone is covering my mouth.
"Is anybody there?"
He says that before he hangs up. I want to scream, I want to yell as loud as I can, I just want him to keep talking. Finally I yell in tears "PLEASE KEEP TALKING KEVIN! PLEASE!".
Something I made late at night while watching Afro Samurai while my dog slept like an angel next to me.

So the narriator is Veil, he was one of the main characters of a story I wrote when I first joined dA.
The original narriator of the story is actually Kevin (He's the him). Sadly more usual writers block smacked me into a horriable block and I never finished the story. I should have written an epilouge, but i'm too lazy to do that.
The ending was pretty much this, cept' Veil got back together with Kevin, Veil got Cancer, died, and Kevin learned how to deal with things that I dont remember...
I WROTE IT DOWN SOMEWHERE! BUT I DONT KNOW WHERE! MAYBE IN MY MEMO BOOK...NO I JUST GOT A NEW ONE! I THINK ITS IN MY THIRD ONE FROM BEFORE BUT I DONT KNOW IF I THREW IT OUT!

I should upload the chapters on here sometime but everytime I write a story about something that most people fight over I kind of find myself trying to keep it in the shadows -.-'
Maybe when I have thicker skin I can put it up on here.

OH AND I FINISHED WRITTING THIS AT LIKE...*checks clock* TWO IN THE MORNING SO SORRY FOR THE CRAPNESS OF THIS I'M SOFUCKINGTIREDLAKSHDASLDKHASDLKHASDLKAHSD
*dies*
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