Frostbitten

Mabon

Mabon was another big holiday. The biggest ones were all the ones for the seasonal changes. Midsummer's Day was of course the biggest, then Ostara, then Mabon, and finally Yule. It occurs on September 21st or 22nd, and it was the first day of fall, but of course we still considered it summer. It was a "turning of the leaves" type of thing. It was simple. I put on my black shirt and white capris since it's the time to wear black and white. I just had a picnic with Mary, Drake, Lady, and Boogey, which was depressing since they're just so happy together. We made worry dolls, which are dolls you're suppose to put under your pillow at night to ward of worries. We went apple-bobbing, too. Not me, but others did. There were multiple events at the park, but after a while it was time for the feast in the garden of the capitol building.

I was kind of bored the entire time. I didn't have much of an appetite, but people were kind. The people who were mean to me knew I was sick, but they thought it was something like pneumonia or a severe case of the flu. They had no idea it was a broken heart. They'd talk to me and I'd just roll my eyes. These were the same people who called me a fag. Now they feel bad when they think I'm dying.

"Hey Jack."

I turned to see Terence. "Hi," I said feeling a little better, glad to see a friendly, honest face.

He sat across from me. "How're you feeling?"

"Meh."

He nodded. "Not as bad as feeling bad but not as good as feeling good."

"Yep. So what're you doing here? You don't live anywhere near here." The school took about four hours to get to.

"I don't. I, uh, came with a friend."

I nodded, taking a sip of my apple cider. "Wait - friend?"

He smirked at me, seeing that I knew exactly who his friend was. He nodded in a certain direction and my eyes followed. Cupid was standing with Boogey by the drink table.

"Oh God."

"You'll be fine."

"I'm gonna cry in front of everyone."

"If you do that, I'll...I'll punch you."

"What?"

"Then you'll be angry, and people will think you're crying because I'm not a jerk."

"You are a jerk."

He grinned at me. "Of course I am. Though he's freaking out about seeing you, too."

"He is?"

"Duh."

"See? You are a jerk. You're like an older brother."

"Caring, but also annoying."

"Exactly."

He smiled, like he was really glad I considered him like an older brother.

"I'm going out for some air," I said standing.

"Don't go too far."

I rolled my eyes and walked out through the garden, away from all the noise. I sighed and sat on a stone, not wanting to get grass stains on my pants. I sat there, moping. I was content with being miserable. I really was. I didn't mind frowning at myself and remembering how lovely it felt to be in love. I didn't mind. I minded not being with Cupid, but I didn't mind that I minded. I wasn't upset that I was upset. I figured I could be upset - just not let it get in the way of others. It could get in the way of myself, just not my friends or family. Cupid wouldn't have enjoyed that.

"Mind if I join you?"

I rolled my eyes. Of course he had to join me. Of course. "Go ahead, Cupid," I said.