snowfall

All of the names, tears, and times he sent her away.

"Dammit," he sighed as he lit a cigarette, looking to the pale light coming from the moon as it shone down on Central Park. Karkat Vantas had royally fucked up this time. [Name] [Surname] had gone back to her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend shared apartment on 31^st street after their last fight, and that was almost two months ago.


Snowflakes danced around him and landed onto his eyelashes and nose as he took a drag, tears beginning to blur his vision as the snow fell. Winter in New York City was cold, but rarely did they ever get snow, and even if they did, it was no more than a few inches. He wanted to walk all the way to the apartment complex in the freezing cold and cry on her shoulder. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not on Christmas Eve.

Her best friend played the cheesy holiday music as she slid around the kitchen in an ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of shorts, short, blue hair bouncing the way and that as [Name] started to smile. Shelbee was a rather hyper 23 year old, but she managed to have a steady boyfriend and job, and that was a miracle enough.

The [colour] haired femme chuckled as she saw the other slide over to her, grabbing her by the hand and making [name] do a stupid dance, eliciting a long stream of laughter out of both of their mouths. But try as she might, her mind kept drifting off to Karkat and what he was doing. That was it, she was going to see him.

"Hey, Shelbee, I have to go out, I'll be back," she said quickly, throwing on a coat and boots as she rushed out the door.

On the other side of Central park, Karkat looked at other couples as they passed. He was here for almost 2 hours, waiting for her to show up. What he didn't know is that she was running into the park and spotted him almost immediately as his grey face was washed in the pale light of his cigarette.

She reached him finally.
"[Name]?? What are you doin-" He dropped his cigarette at his feet in surprise as she shushed him.

"Merry Christmas, Karkat," she said as she draped her arms around his neck and kissed him in the cold December snow, tears staining both of their faces.

It wasn't perfect, but it was a start.