ALSCG

one

            "♪ Have yourself, a merry little christmas, ♫"

As I turn the radio off. I wouldn't want to listen to something such as christmas song because I know there wouldn't be anyone to be here with me in the Christmas evening, which actually sucks. Yes, It's Christmas, fun, gifts, family gatherings, God's birthday, everything, but it's not enough for me, never was. It's been 4 weeks since Nate left me his last messages on Twitter because he couldn't use Skype for just small messages. "@Nate_Cliffe: Okay, you too beautiful disaster, you gotta take care of yourself now, I won't be here for too long." Actually breaks my heart little by little just pronouncing each words that he typed, until now I couldn't care less to atleast let him cross my mind every five seconds. I even tried to call his country number, even if it'd cost me a lot, I don't care, hearing his voice should still be my first priority. I could die here just by thinking how he's doing now, his accounts are all dead silent, even his number is always 'cannot be reach' or sometimes 'user busy' or 'phone switched off', so It's really hard for me, he said he found his new job which would take half his time so he didn't actually found time to atleast maybe, messaged me. I visit his facebook everyday, his skype, and even dialled his phone number everyday, but no, nothing really changed. 

I clicked send and the message was sent to his skype, I do this every night and every day, to atleast let him know when he opened his account that I still cared and waited for him, It's really bugging me off, if only I have money and knows how to travel state-by-state I'd probably would, he's in Paris, I even know his exact address, and yes, I even sent him letters, the delivery costed me a lot but I still don't care, I want him to know that he has a bestfriend that is still alive and fine but no, even just a small, tiny piece of paper came back, it was really different to now, everything just changed.      "Kristelelelele: its december 24 and youre still not here how unfair you were"

"Okay, so what the hell is going on," I quickly wiped the tears on my face and turn my back to see who is it.

"Oh, Emma, It's, uh, you." I heard the door closed and saw her walk in.

"Yes I know it's me, Emmalyn Halls and I'm asking you what the hell is going on and why are you crying," I locked my phone and got out from my couch and closed the window. 

"Nothing, It's just a, uhm, problems." I said rolling my eyes.

"Tell me." 

"By the way, who let you in? Is Mom downstairs?"

"Well, yeah."

"Oh."

"So tell me what is it."

"What-what is it?"