http://alicecarter.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] alicecarter.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] rude_not_ginger 2009-12-21 06:53 am (UTC)

“It’s like you’re alone,” Alice said, slowly.

It’s not that she chose her words carefully. That implied a conscious effort. It’s just that her words were inherently careful, as Alice acted carefully in everything. Even in memories. “Your entire life, even when you’re with other people. Even people you like, people you love. You know they’re not going to last, and you’re okay with it. But then one day…he’s there.”

And he’s small. You never believe how small they are. Alice cleared her throat, putting her hands in her pockets.

“And you aren’t alone anymore. And every Christmas is a reminder of the first time you realized that.” And now Christmas was a reminder of something else. Alice looked up at the man, knitting her eyebrows together. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

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