Soviet Christmas~Dec 24, 16:37
Ukraine looked out of the window.
She blew on the glass of the window, tarnishing it with her breath, and drew two little circles with her finger. She put her eyes near them, looking outside.
She blinked and looked another time.
Then she took a long breath.
“He’s gone” she declared.
She looked at the calendar. “December 24” was written on it.
Tears formed in her eyes.
“This means... Ivan won’t be there... For Christmas...” she whispered, looking down.
Belarus entered the room, her shoes tapping on the cold floor.
Ukraine looked sadly at her sister, started to cry and wrapped her arms around her neck, bursting into tears. “I-Ivan! He just left! He said he w-would go somewhere in P-Poland!!! This-this means he won’t be here f-for Christmas!!!” she stuttered.
“Don’t cry on me!!!” Exclaimed Belarus, pulling her away. “And why are you crying? Ivan d
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Snow was slowly falling outside, and the only thing that could be heard was Gilbert's slow breath.
There was dead silence in the room.
Gilbert was trembling. No coat was warm enough, he felt like the three bodies beside him were making the air freeze. Like- every breath of them was cold.
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What could happen to them was not -his- problem...
The room was so silent, he thought- like nobody was really in there- sleeping.
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I looked at the calendar and sighed, my hand running on the page.
Another year... Another year from that day.
I turned, looking for my coat.
Perhaps there was time... Time to visit him.
I took my coat and wore it, the frozen air of the ending winter pricking my cheeks.
Every step, he was nearer. That was the day, the day of his ending... The day of our beginning.
I turned to his house, his big house that shared with his brother.
That wouldn’t pass as much as I did...
Reaching the door, I slowly knocked on it.
I knocked again.
That wasn’t strange... He was probably sleeping.
But why did I have that weird feeling...?
I put my hand on the doorknob, and the door opened effortlessly.
I peeked inside, to see all in order; no knives thrown around, no broken pots, and no blood on the floor.
It all seemed odd