Law leaned back against the park bench, head tilted back, back, back, staring up at the clear black sky. Starry pinpricks of light looked back. Everything was so quiet he could almost believe he could hear the snow falling, settling into the piles of it that had been building steadily for the last two weeks.
A white Christmas. His fellow students must be delighted. The handful of them who lived close enough to be affected, anyway. Most of campus was deserted. The apartment complexes that catered mostly to students stood empty. Law hadn’t spoken to another person since the end of his last final.
He wasn’t prone to loneliness, but it was so far removed from the routine of chaos and shouting, frat parties blasting music in the distance, pounding feet as students dashed for classrooms, that Law found himself longing for the normalcy of the experience, if not for the experience itself.
It was a thin and confusing distinction.
Christmas Alone
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