December Breeze
Clifton G. McJames
I hate December.
Especially in New York. Everything is all lit up and glows brightly as everyone gets ready to celebrate Christmas. Everyone is so happy, some are moderate, and others, like me, are either neutral or simply hate it all together.
For me, December means everything that went wrong in my life. I've ended two wars in December. The "Month of Unity." Yeah, right.
The only reason I'm even here is because of her...and, somehow, Quatre managed to track me down. I must be getting sloppy, with erasing my pasts.
But mostly, it's for her.
You see, this is the ultimate enigma in my life: Relena. I love her, yet I can't. I want her, yet I can't. She knows it, yet forgets.
It gets frustrating.
I'm currently standing across the street from the Earth Sphere Unified Nations building in Manhattan right now. Relena is the Vice-Foreign Minister to the country of the United States now—for some reason, she wasn't re-elected in the Sanq Kingdom. I wait in the cold night air, surrounded by glowing lights that just don't seem to reach me, bundled in a wool top coat, waiting for her.
Her limousine pulls up. Her security detail walks out from the glass doors. She finally comes out, her neck wrapped in a white scarf and her body contained in a matching coat.
This, for me, is the moment of indecision. Do I call out to her? Do I do what I usually do, and disappear? Do I write it off before I even let myself explore the possibilities?
"Relena!" I yell. She looks up. Our eyes lock.
And in that instant, nothing in the world could warm me more.