"...So with all the things happening with Richard, I don't think we've gotten a chance to talk...you know like really talk ...and I just ...I wanna know, how are you feeling with everything Nicholas?" Kit's voice was heard, as the visualization soon changed to that of Nicholas and Kit who were seen walking side by side each other throughout the city, while Nicholas shook his head closing his eyes and sighing a bit- as he added.
"..Does it matter how I am feeling right now?... Richard's facing the exact same thing I did, and he doesn't know what to do-- but either way is a bad option, going on the run or going to possibly jail because let's face it none of us can afford a decent lawyer... and yet he has to choose within like a few days, and how is someone supposed to make such a choice in th-"
"Nicholas.." Kit spoke out, as Nicholas looked over at her while she stopped walking as she soon added.
"....Don't deflect my question, how are YOU doing with everything?"
"........." Nicholas was silent a moment before lowering his head, as he added.
"....Again I say does it matter?"
"It matters to me..and Desire, and to your sister, and to Richard...to all of us...I mean you haven't been back here in what?...three to five years or so, and then... all of a sudden your back in the city you grew up, the city you had your wife and son..and the city both of them died and you were accused of something you never committed... I mean ...you can't, tell me IT'S nothing to you.." Kit stated, as she soon added.
"...Like for example, I mean ... you ran; but did you spend any time in jail here before your trial?"
".........Kit, look ...it's hard for me, alright? it is ... being in the city that all of this happened....but ...the only difference is now it's not me who's on the hot seat, it's not ME that's about to be sent to prison or have to run- it's my ..." Nicholas didn't finish shaking his head and adding.
"...Well, I don't know if you'd call him my best friend anymore, but ...you know what I mean.."
"I still think he's your best friend." Kit stated as Nicholas gave her a bit of a look before soon adding.
"...I may be his, but I don't think he's mine." And with this Kit shook her head adding.
"Okay ...so then who's your best friend?"
"You," Nicholas stated, as Kit appeared shocked stopping in her tracks and looking over.
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The Homeless Santa
Short StoryDesire Brown is a single mom struggling to make ends meet, and the holidays are right around the corner; fearing that her son will not get the holiday he deserves, she has tried everything shelter's, begging for help, asking friends; nobody can give...
