There wasnāt much point in hanging up Christmas lights, who would see them? There was no point in putting a Christmas tree in the corner of his home, when no presents will appear underneath. Not a stocking hung from the chimney, for he never held a single ounce of care, nor did he have a chimney with no hope of some big fatso climbing down. Every year, he would ask himself:
āWhatās the point in Christmas?ā
Why even bother celebrating such a holiday when nothing about this holiday brought him joy? Or happiness?
Why was he even purposefully tugging on his own loneliness by looking through his friends happenings on social media? Maybe he subconsciously figured it was a good way to cope with the fact that he was spending such a joyous holiday aloneā¦.again. He wouldāve invited Shiro to join him, but he was visiting family back home, and from what Shiro had told him, his mother was very adamant on seeing him again after the whole āKerberos Disappearanceā incident.
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āI need to see my boy alive!ā as what Shiro did his best to translate when he received a text message from his mother a day before winter break. There was more than that single line, in fact, there was an entire wall of Japanese lettering that he had such a hard time understanding what it said. When asked if Shiro could translate more, said male only grew embarrassed and just summarized it all by saying it was his mother blubbering about how she missed him and wanted him to come home. It only left the other with confusion, but who was he to pry? Itās fine, letting a good friend see his family. Who could blame them? They hadnāt seen each other in so long, it was only natural to want to come home to a loving and proud father, and a worried mother who never thought they would see their baby again.
Which was something he never came home to.
It was then he knew he was focusing too much on his current loneliness and decided to look through Instagram to see what his friends were up to. Surely they posted selfies or pictures of family members to update on their current lives during this festive holiday. Maybe this would help his current lonelinessā¦.
A hefty chuckle pushed past his lips as he saw the happy Holt family, looking ridiculous in their velvet santa hats, with their dog, Bae Bae, looking unamused. Hunk was smiling with joy at the kisses he was receiving from both of his motherās while proudly holding up a tray of frosted chocolate pound cake. And Lance? His family alone seemed like a wild party. Selfie after selfie, each a different family member, and his smile, brighter than the last. Especially when his recent one was him holding his little baby niece and happily giving her chubby cheek a little kiss.
āI wonder what that feels like..celebrating in such a way,ā he murmured to no one but himself, violet eyes staring up at the window. Arizona snowed every 10 years. Instead of white fluffy snow, it poured gloomy gray rain on a cold Christmas Eve evening. He found it coincidental and a little ironic that it matched his mood perfectly.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but his pale ears picked up the sound of his phone letting out a loud ping, and he quickly looked to find Lance had messaged him through Instagram, which was pretty much expected, considering how they didnāt exchange any sort of contact information when they parted ways.
[Hey Keith! Are you having a jolly good Christmas!?]
Keith frowned a bit at the text, feeling as if Lance was mocking him with that question.
[Are you here to rub your Christmas spirit in my face?]
Okay, so maybe Lance wasnāt trying to mock him, and Keith may have read the tone of that text wrong.
[Honestlyā¦no.] Keith replied with a sigh, watching as the message was read the second it was delivered, the bubbles showing that Lance was typing.
[Hey man, whatās wrong, you know you can tell me whatās up right?]
[Yeah, I know, itās just, Iām spending Christmas alone again is all]
[Wait, seriously? I figured you would be celebrating it with Shiro.]
[Heās visiting family all the way back in California.]
[Okay, this is something we HAVE to fix.]
[You still know where the Garrison is?]
[Meet me there in 10 minutes.]
[What if I donāt come.]
[Iāll come get you myself. Now bundle up and get your stupid hoverbike over to the front of the Garrison.]
Keith was confused, but he sighed heavily, and grabbed his jacket, not even caring how cold it was. He already had a nice, red sweater on that keeps him warm enough, so there was really no need to bundle up with anything. Plus, he didnāt have a job, which equaled no money to buy himself anything that could keep him cozy and comfortable if he ever decides to travel outside. But who cares? His crop jacket was more than enough. He stepped a leg over his hover bike and revved itās engine to make sure it still had enough gas to make the trip before speeding off to the meeting place. The Garrison wasnāt really an ideal place for Keith to meet up with anyone, considering his history with the space program and constant confrontations with Iverson, but he supposed the reason for meeting in front of the high class school was so they could meet up at a close location.
A little sneak peek of my story for @wintervoltronzine2018! Iām so excited for this!!
