Can Merry Really Go With Christmas This Year?

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On a chilly late afternoon, with the sun blocked by numerous dark flurries, making the scenery darker than it should have been, Daehyun sat down the cold hard pavement, head hanged low.
It was that time of year again... It was that time of year where couples go all around about each other, holding hands, sharing scarves to stay warm... kissing under the mistletoe just because.. and then having late night sex, reasoning their love for one another...
Daehyun hated it..

It was that time of year where individuals would spend their entire season in the mall, buying useless presents for their loved ones.. swiping their credit cards and giving out their cash all willy nilly like it doesn't matter... Daehyun hated it. Daehyun hated them.

It was that time of year where families would stay up late up night to have a bonding, eating hot tender turkey and drinking hot cocoa while watching family themed movies only to have their children sleep half way and wake up early the next morning to open up the presents under the Christmas tree their parents got them, thinking it was the oh- so-famous and loved Santa Clause who'd delivered them late last night while they were asleep... Daehyun hated it.. Daehyun hated every single bit of it.

And you can't blame him.

You're complaining how the clothes your mother bought you aren't fashionable enough for the season?
Daehyun's sewing rags just so he could have something to wear to protect his body from the incoming blizzard! He doesn't care about fashion... in fact.. he doesn't even care about not having a mother at all... he got over it when he was five.

You're complaining because your friend didn't get you the video game you wanted? Daehyun's never had a single friend in his entire life...

You're complaining because your sibling keeps fighting you just so they could get a hold of the remote control to watch their favorite TV show?... At least you've got someone to fight with... Daehyun's never had anyone to fight with. Basically, anyone at all.

He was not privileged..

Born to be trash... he didn't even have a real family to begin with...
His mother was a prostitute who unluckily got pregnant with him by one of her clients, he never knew his father... and he had been physically abused for his first five years of life..

When sent to the orphanage, he'd cry under his bed for long nights because the older kids would always beat him up when the adults weren't watching...

He'd endured that pain for two long years... and when he deemed himself having had enough, he ran away. Climbed the fence, fell eight feet off the ground but still on his feet.

He'd sell hand made toys for a living.. at least until he was fourteen when he started to really work his ass off, getting numerous part time jobs and learning to make his own small place he could call home from using the excess chopped wood a construction sight gave off.

He's had it tough..
Especially this season specifically... where everyone was having the time of their lives, he was sitting on the cold hard floor of the public park, attempting to think of a way to survive the winter.

But it's alright...

He's gotten used to it.

Looking around, he sighed.
Business had been tough this time of year...the number of his part time jobs had drastically decreased.. it wasn't because he'd quit.. but more like the jobs closed. With the holiday coming up, all the people had to call it off and get themselves busy with other non job related stuff like shopping. He barely got enough money to feed himself at least a meal a day for a week! Better yet keeping himself warm! How was that fair?!

When rolling his eyes at the cruelness of life he'd accidentally caught sight of a boy his age with snowy white skin, hair as black as ebony, chubby pink cheeks and eyes that you would probably fall into if you stare too long. He was carrying a scavenger bag and walking too dramatically slow for Daehyun's liking. It was annoying. He was annoying.
' Why isn't he out shopping or doing whatever stuff other people are doing?' He thought to himself.