Weekman One-shots

I used to like winter

I watched the snow fall outside my window, holding a mug of hot chocolate with crushed candy canes on top. It's almost that time of the year again. No one needs to glance at the calendar, it was almost 2005. I used to like winter.

I used to be out there in the snow, walking down the streets admiring the fairy lights that decorated it. The streets were sparking with icy blue lights, perfect for the atmosphere at night. It gave everyone a calmness in the cold. I remember the air brushing against us as we would hold hands, scarves covering half of our faces and both of us decked out in a heavy jacket. Sometimes one of us would bring a blanket to cover us as we would roam the streets once again.

I used to do ice skating, although it was awkward, considering my height isn't the advantage here. I'd skate along the sides, watching my friends race around the rink. I didn't have as much elegance and grace as the others, i'd have to hold one of their hands to be supported when skating closer to the center of the rink. Soon enough, we'd both fall into each other, laughing at the inconvenience. We were always clumsy together. I took your hand and helped you up to your feet so we can give it another chance.

I used to watch the movies that were based off only the holidays. We'd have many nights together and watch them on the floor or couch. We were always stocked up on cookies, sugar plums, caramels, and other festive sweets. Sometimes we'd talk about our dreams and hopes for the next year as the movie played in the background. Those times were filled with warmth and comfort, whiles others were sentimental and personal. We shared many thoughts and secrets during those times. One of my favorite parts of the movies we watched were when it was getting late and you fell asleep, leaning onto me, and I would carefully wrap you in my arms before dozing off for the night. You could never finish a movie, but we both stayed for the company. Those times always ended with warmth and comfort.

Hasn't every little Christmas wish been sent? Have sugar plums been dancing through your head? I hope the holidays find you well. Oh Noel, Oh Noel.

I used to like winter. Now I just stare out the window, waiting for that one perfect snowflake to fall on the window. It used to be good memories, but now every winter is just...cold.

I wished for you to come back. But I knew you never would.

I still remember it all, we met in 1993. I saw you sitting there at the park alone in the freezing cold of December. I approached you, because I felt sorry for you. You wore a gray shirt and black pants with small white flowers embroidered on them, no jacket to be seen around you. When I asked you why you were out here, you said you were trying to figure things out. When I asked you what was going on, you said you didn't have enough money to buy your parents the gifts you wanted to get for them.

I stayed with you that night and I let you keep the jacket I wore. I didn't tell you, but later that week when I saw you again, I planned for us to get to the mall so I can buy the gifts you needed, no need for returning any money. I didn't want it. When we did get to the mall, I asked for your Christmas shopping list. You started freaking out when you realized what I was going to do for you, saying that you wouldn't be able to pay me back anytime soon. I assured you it was alright, it was my treat. At the end of that day, all I needed was that beautiful smile of yours. Your smile was worth more than any money you could give me. We bonded and became closer during the few weeks of December.

On Christmas, you knocked on the door and left a small box on my doorstep. When I got to the door, you were already gone. The box wasn't anything fancy, just said that it was for me. I brought it into the house, opened the box. It contained a crocheted infinity scarf and a note. The scarf was beautiful, the stitches were perfectly consistent, it had different shades of purple and blue. I put it on, and it was incredibly soft and succeeded to have some warmth. Then I opened the note and read the small writing.