Antes De Diciembre Novels & Stories

Keeping silent for a second, Aneliss finally asks me, "Have you thought about what you're going to buy yet?" "Buy? Do you want a souvenir from Paris or something?" I ask somewhat confused. "Dominik, don't tell me you forgot..." "What thing did I forget?" After a long sigh, Aneliss asks me, "What special occasion is in December?" Her question makes me feel somewhat strange, as, amidst the alcohol and exhaustion, I think in the back of my mind if I can slightly recall an important event, though I'm not sure what. So as an obvious conclusion, I thought of the most common holiday around this month.

She says, faking a giggle behind her hand. Mr Cullen doesn't respond to that but simply stares down at her. Damn, this man is cold. If I were Brooke, I would have continued my way by now, but because she is Brooke, she won't think like me. " So when are you due?" I ask, deciding to step in before she receives more of Mr Cullen's coldness. " In two months time. Anyway, Reece, how do you know Skylar, I mean it's such a rare thing to see that someone like you, would be -"

There were bottles of liquor, cigarette butts, wrapped weed, used condoms all over, I just couldn't help but get shocked. In my world, I was the baddest! But this before me, it was just massive. "Jordan love, are you there?" Nova asked me from the other side of the phone, probably noticed I trailed off. "Yyyes" I stuttered. "Okay, I was actually saying......." She must have given quite a long sermon but this was just not the right time, I had to deal with the issue before me. "You know what babe? I'd call you later" I cut her short of her words and got a weak "okay" before the call ended.

“Please, sweetheart… not again,” Jade murmured, staring helplessly at her laptop screen. It was the 31st of November. Christmas was coming fast, and the streets outside Jade’s apartment were already exploding with music, lights, cinnamon-scented vendors, couples taking photos, and kids chasing fake snow. But Jade wasn’t a part of any of it. Inside her cramped apartment, Harper’s cries scraped through the air.

“We have to wait that long?” Wendy nodded. The point in time for this confession was crucial. Right after Thanksgiving break, finals were coming up, followed by winter break. Asher’s championship game was in early January. Her exams and his game were the first two things they needed to avoid. After that, it would be Chinese New Year.

Paul also noticed this, but in his defense, it was normal. The September End Fest will be starting on 28th and ending on the 30th. Three-day time of the festive atmosphere will be a hustle, that's why most people at this time were busy, same goes to Paul and Seri who will be performing on the 30th for the final event of the festival. While busy checking all the pieces of equipment, only the sound of the guitar's strings was vibrating throughout the room. Creak! Step.

Maeve butted in, not even trying to mask the irritation in her voice. "I need to send your things to your husband's home!" Maeve and Hillary's eyes met with the mention of the word 'husband'. They only have one name on their minds. September. The cold wind had already engulfed the whole city. The stars were nowhere to be found tonight as if afraid of what type of disaster they might be witnessing. "Calm down, Maeve. You can talk it out like adults in a calm---" "Shut up." Maeve hissed, making her sister shut up and just silently held onto her safety belts tightly.

I'm skeptical. Things have been quiet for a few months, but as the holidays approach, I'm waiting for the bottom to dropout. With the first week of December on the horizon, most people are preparing for the upcoming holidays, but criminals don't take vacations. Which means I don't get one, either.

December arrived and was December. The specific quality of the month — the preparations, the made-ready, the room believing in the arrival of the person before the person came. The city in its December configuration, the commercial streets with their lighting, the Calloway building lobby with its single arrangement of white branches, Margaret approving the eleven-year tradition without comment. Daniel noticed these things from his window seat on the bus on the first Monday of the month.

I would give anything to have my Antonio back with me right now. Christmas is two weeks away, I have absolutely nothing decorated. Usually Thanksgiving night is when my friends and I decorate for Christmas. Considering we didn’t have Friendsgiving this year, and Antonio passed away a couple days before Thanksgiving, I just haven’t been in the mood. Maybe I can get Chad out here to do it.