Solitude ;; Kyle Patrick ;; OneShot

"Thank you, and I hope you have a merry Christmas Eve."
It must've been more than the one hundredth time already that I had said that sentence in the past few hours. I watched the couple leave the restaurant and put the money they had paid in the change purse I was carrying around as a waitress. Then I put that one into my apron pocket, took the dirty dishes and proceeded to carry them into the kitchen.
I was one of those poor people that had to work night shift on Christmas Eve, which started at 8:00 PM and ended at 2:00 AM. While other people were home with their families or close friends, having dinner or just sitting together, celebrating, I was at this admittedly fancy, but overcrowded restaurant, doing my job as waitress.
Although, maybe I should've been glad that I didn't have to be home in my small apartment right now. Because I didn't have a family that would be there to celebrate together with me. I would've been all alone in my dark and cold apartment.
When I came back out of the kitchen and headed for the counter with the cash register on it to put in the money I had just received, I caught a piece of a dialogue between my two co-workers.
"So, what are you gonna do once this shift is finally over?"
"My boyfriend said he'd stay up until I came home so he could be the first one to wish me a Merry Christmas."
"Aww, that's such a sweet thing of him to say!"
"Right? So, what about you? Is John staying up to wait for you as well?"
"No, I don't think so. I mean, after all I'm the one of us who decided to keep working after the birth, and you can't imagine how exhausting a baby can be. He's probably already in bed, trying to catch up on the sleep he missed those past few nights."
I clenched my fists and tried to sort the dollar bills in faster, wanting nothing more than to not have to listen to them both anymore.
I hated how everyone seemed to have at least somebody to spend Christmas and be happy with. Everyone besides me.
got a piece of paper
but it's empty

Just having started walking away from the restaurant after my shift had ended, I stopped at the street corner that was barely illuminated by the street lights, staring up into the black, starless night sky, breathing in the fresh, cold air deeply.
It had been snowing almost all night already, and now everything was covered in white, the freshly fallen snow scrunching under my boots.
I didn't want to go home, where I would be just as alone as I was right now. It would be dark, uncomfortable and lonely there.
So I crossed the road instead of staying on the sidewalk and entered the small, abandoned park that I had loved so much when I had still been a little girl. I headed straight for the playground.
By now, most of the apparatus were rusty and broken. Seeing one of my most favorite childhood memories like this was putting me in an even more melancholic mood than I had been in before.
I walked up to the swings and rid one of snow with my handshoe-clad hands. I sat on it, trying not to move too much so the rusty hinges wouldn't creak.
For a while, I was just staring straight ahead into nowhere, smallish clouds forming from my breath in the icy cold.
Loud creaking from the swing next to me snapped me out of my dreamy state and I took a sharp breath in from shock.
I looked over to see a guy sitting on the swing, his warm brown eyes looking back into mine, a tiny smile on his lips.
"Hey there." he said softly. I finally breathed out again.
"Hey." I answered, looking straight ahead again to avoid his captive eyes.
"My name's Kyle."
"...Sam." I responded after a few seconds.
"So, what're you doing here, Sam, all alone out in the cold, at almost three in the morning on Christmas day?"
For a short moment I was debating whether I wanted to answer his question at all, after all I didn't have to give reasons for something I was doing to a guy that I didn't even know at all.
"I don't want to go home." I looked back to Kyle, and his beautiful eyes immediately captured me again.
"...why?"
Once more, I was hesitant to respond.
"I'd be all alone, and I don't want to be lonely anymore." I ripped my gaze away again to look to the ground, my hair falling into my face.
"I'm sorry." After that, we were sitting in silence for a few minutes.
"So, what is your reason to be here right now then?" I asked because I couldn't take the quiet.
He didn't answer for a few more moments and I was already suspecting that he hadn't heard me when he whispered, "Actually... my reason is the same as yours."
And there it was again; the uncomfortable, awkward silence I hated so much.
When I had started kicking around the snow on the ground so I would just have something to distract me from Kyle's presence and the fact that we were remaining so silent, suddenly a figure came to my view, startling me. The next second I realized that it was Kyle, holding out a hand in my direction. I took it and he pulled me up smoothly.
He turned around and gripped my hand again, entwining his fingers with mine and gently pulling me with him as he started walking down the small path that lead through the park.
"What are you doing?" I asked, only slightly nervous. He wasn't pulling me forcefully after all.
He smiled at me, having to look down since he was so much taller than me.
"I'm taking you with me, what else?" His smile widened. I felt a weird warmth well up in my chest and couldn't help but smile back.
"But why?"
"Because together, we can be less alone."
maybe we're trying, trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing is beating our hearts
we're empty

I love him so much.

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