Holiday Blues (ON HIATUS)

Part 1

Love is like Christmas time, at first you get the candy cane that makes you happy while it last and then you get the teddy bear that it's forever yours. It all depends on whether luck is on your side.

So, with that in mind...

What do you do when the one you love has changed their mind?

The thought of those years going down the drain in mere seconds is something scary. All the love and time you put to make the love grow and work towards that happy ending gone with a few words. It's something that you can't believe when it is said to you, but the moment it registers it's all you can think of.

You think of what you did wrong and why is this happening.

You try to find and explanation other than that the love is gone.

You start blaming yourself and then you blame them, but it never helps because they are gone.

So, what do you do afterwards? Simple, you move on.

Right, as if just looking passed that pain in your chest is oh so simple. I think it is one of the hardest things you can do, but one must survive.

No one dies of heart break, right?

Now, the person is gone and your dreams have vanished too, but what if all this happened during Christmas? Would you be able to see Christmas the same ever again?

It would remind you of the happiness of others and also of your heart ache, something not many of us like. Personally, I am not masochistic, but I have to admit that longing for that love many people show during Christmas time makes a chill run up and down my spine.

Sigh, in the end one cannot determine when the love will be gone or choose the holiday it should happen on. Candy canes and Teddy bears, what has this world come to?

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"I'm sorry, Aiden, there is nothing I can do." Richard grumbled through the phone.

"What the fuck do you mean there's nothing you can do, you're my damn manager, Richard! Fix it or else you can kiss your job goodbye, got it?" I hung up the phone and stared at it for a minute before throwing it against the wall. Seeing it break apart did nothing but anger me even more. Now I would have to get a new phone, great.

It's December, two weeks before Christmas, and my manager had just told me that the publishing house that publishes my books had threatened him that if I didn't turn in the manuscript before the deadline that we would be out for good. Who the fuck do they think they are? I gave them the fucking reputation they now have, for Christ sakes! They knew that without me their editors would sure lose clients, so why were they acting like there was something up their ass? I grumbled as I went and picked up the shattered phone, who knew I had that much force inside of me.

For a guy that weights around 150 pounds and is as tall as my mother, who isn't that tall, I can sure throw.

Anyway, Richard had told me that I had to finish the damn book by the deadline, which is on Christmas Eve, or I could say goodbye to my title of New York's top seller. It's not that I cared so much about the title of best seller, but damn it I had plans! I had told Richard to talk with the publishers and let them know that the book wouldn't be finished till January, and now? My god, I need a drink.

I walked to the kitchen to see if there was anything to drink in the liquor cabinet when the house phone rang and I groaned. I could guess who it was and my mood worsened. I took a deep breath and reached for the phone on the fifth ring.

"Hello?"

I heard silent giggles and then my sister's voice, "Hey, Aiden, just calling to make sure that you packet your snow clothes and not those thin sweaters you always wear."