Prompt: Blizzard
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Lucien wrapped a fuzzy grey scarf around his neck, the soft fabric preparing him for the bitter cold of the outside. His face already stung thinking about the negative temperatures and harsh wind that would surely try to force him back inside, but was determined. A bright yellow package was gripped to his chest, a small tag saying it belonged to " Ernest, aka, Sunshine".
" Are you sure you want to give it to him today? We can wait till Christmas " Damien suggested, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket and comfortable clothing. Lucien a light blue jacket over his plain shirt, zipping it up halfway." Nah, I'll give it to him today" he answered, his attention moving to his boots.
" It's just....it's snowing pretty hard and....it's getting late" Damien murmured, eye flicking to his old grandfather clock, it's hands showing that it was now 5 pm. Lucien set the gift aside to lace up his show boots. " It's perfectly fine, and I'll call you when I get there, alright Dad?"
Damien looked reluctant, but agreed. " Alright. Be home by 9" he smiled. Lucien gave him and thumbs up and a " I love you", before heading out the door with Ernest's package. He instantly regretted it, the frigid air making him squint and want to retreat back inside.
He pulled his scarf up around his face, the fabric loosely covering his nose and enabling him to breathe something besides the unforgiving winter air.
Like his Dad has said, it was getting late and the sun was almost completely gone due to the winter season and earth's orbit.
Damien trudged past the front porch, trying to keep from slipping on the steps or the icy stone that layer beneath a few inches of snow that had been accumulated from the day.
His footsteps would have made crunching sounds if the wind hadn't drowned them out as he plunged forward, almost blind in the whirling blizzard.
He stumbled past his house, reaching the nonexistent sidewalk and somehow keeping feeling in his limbs. He swore he could see Ernest's house lights on, but it was hard to tell. He looked both ways down the street, but couldn't hear or see anything.
With gift in hand, he hopped out into the street and began walking. He almost reached the other side when the wind became to strong for his weakened grip, and tossed the present back into the snowy street. He instinctively ran to get it as it slid and disappeared into the snow, his numb hands moving snow out of the way by the handful.
The dim light didn't make finding it any better, but he finally pulled it out of it's cold resting place with a small smile.
The smile was quickly cut short by blinding lights and a extremely loud horn.
He wasn't even able to look to the left before a a car barrelled out of nowhere, slamming into him at full force.
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His ribs really hurt
His head really ached
His face was really cold
He clutched the present to his chest, not noticing the broken ribs or lungs pooling with blood
He could hear yelling in what seemed to be the far distance, and unfamiliar face suddenly hovering over his
" NO, STAY WITH ME! DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES!"
He wanted to close his eyes
His fingers rubbed the tag reading Ernest softly, like it was made out of the softest silk.
He gasped in pain, his chest suddenly springing with pain as the stranger tried to do a sloppy CPR.
His vision blurred and faded away, the soft feeling of snow falling onto his face and the name Ernest echoing in his mind
Sorry I couldn't get you a gift
Maybe next year
Love you
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tonyishappy
Suffer
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