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Scenes From My Christmas Walk - I Wonder What The Story Behind This Lone Bicycler On Christmas Is? #ScenesFromMyWalk #LoneBicycleRider #AloneOnChristmas #MaybeHomeless (at Santa Fe, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CX7GQFXv8B5/?utm_medium=tumblr
So I'll just keep pushing people away until I'm completely alone.
Alone On Christmas || Tatiana & Gavin
Tatiana stared at her weekend bag as it lay open and very empty. She bit at her thumbnail as she eyed the clothes neatly folded next to it on the bed. Knowing fine well how to put them into the bag, something stopped her. Maybe it was the fact that she found this all a little good to be true, or maybe it was just her nerves but she couldn't find it in herself to pack her stuff. Letting her hands fall to her side, she sighed and wandered into the kitchen and snatched a bottle from the fridge. The pink californian rosé filled the wine glass as she popped the cap back on and placed it back in the fridge. Taking a quick sip, she relaxed ever so slightly as the cold drink settled in her stomach. She didn't need alcohol to calm her nerves, but it helped in situations like this.
Tatiana eyed the clock and a small smile took over her mouth. Gavin would be here soon, he'd calm her nerves. She wasn't sure how he done it, but maybe it was the way he seemed so relaxed around her, it rubbed off on her. While pondering the reasons Gavin made her feel such a way, she noticed that her underwear was laying on the bed for the world to see. Scurrying over, she snatched them up and tucked them into the fold in her bag. At least she had started to pack.
I miss a lot of things, you know. Old friends or old relationships or old family. I feel like society, or maybe our generation, has left us with this impression that we cannot tell them we miss them. Somehow we're supposed to accept this and move on as if they never existed. Is this pride? Is this being mature? Is this attempting at oblivion? To be honest, I don't really like it. It sorta makes me hate growing up.
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Fuck, not going to lie, I'm pretty excited about watching a movie and eating Chinese food alone on Christmas day.
