1001 Love Stories Darker

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"Marry Chistmas Gray." I greet the shabby business man and the moment he walked in I lock the door behind him and he smiles.

"Marry Christmas Harley" He says still sounding down.

"And here I am spending another Christmas in your shop." He said and I only smile handing him a cup.

"You're always wanted. I always love your company.

*

Me and Gray have had a tradition for almost five years now.

Every Christmas he comes to my bakery and we sit and drink coffee and talk.

He says he comes because hes alone on Christmas and I've realized that these were always my Christmas plans.

Maybe its part pity maybe its something else but today. Christmas morning I arrived at the bakery and was slightly surprised when I didn't see Gray.

I mean I didn't expect him to be there the moment I opened the doors but he always was.

His parents disowned him when he was young and he doesn't date partly because of work partly because no one seemed to want to give him the time of day.

I found that odd. Yeah he was kind of a downer but he was warm and funny. He was handsome and had a very attractive body.

I didnt get it personally why he couldn't find love.

Then the thought hit me.

Maybe he did.

I reasonably couldn't expect him to be alone for the rest of his life.

But he could have at least told me if that was the case right?

Or what if he died? We weren't that close but I would hope someone would have reached out to me.

But why would they?

We only ever talked once a year.

I trace the edge of my cup still waiting.

Turn away the very few customers and wait.

Maybe he had just over slept. Maybe he was working.

I pour me another cup.

I missed him.

I hope rather then being dead or trapped in an office I hoped he was spending it with his boyfriend and their dog.

There was a tight pain in my chest and I choke slightly.

But he could have still told me.

Was I really that unimportant to him.

Even if he came to these dates because he had nothing else. These were my plans. These were what I wanted to do.

I had a choice and I chose this.

So he could have told me before I made other plans.

But also. What if he had grown tired of spending Christmas with me? So he jumped from a bridge and I wasn't there to talk him down.

The pain in my chest doubled and I begin to beg he would show. Just to prove me wrong.

I poured another cup of coffee looking at the time.

Please be ok.

*

I remember the first Christmas he came.

I had just opened and I had seen him every now and again. He rushed in before i realized that the door wasn't locked and with a soft sigh asked if I had amy personal cakes made.