Salvation (standard:other, 1226 words)
Author: Nick	Added: Dec 07 2002	Views/Reads: 3360/1887	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It is about a young man and the 23rd of December.

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I add, smiling, scratching my neck. I am slightly nervous. Her straight
forward kind insecures me a little. How is she going to react? Is she 
going to be mad, because she is deeply religious or will she understand 
it as a joke? But her smile fades and my heart is beating through my 
chest as she severely says: 

"Well, well God will not be happy to hear this." 

And as she is looking strictly at me, I get a little angry and am
tempted to say that I do not believe in God anyway, hoping to really 
hurt her feelings. But before I can say anything, she starts laughing 
and I realise that she joked too. I relax a little and smile insecure. 

"You should have seen your face, it was hilarious. But serious, I am
just joking. In fact I absolutely understand what you mean. I do not 
like masses either, but I do like churches. Even though it takes some 
good will to call this a church, but we always used to go here on 
Christmas when I was younger." 

I am astonished. Were not these my words? 

The next hours we spend talking, about films, about her and me, about
holiday, about walking away and it is so cold, that we sit very close 
and suddenly we kiss. 

I talk about letting her go and that if I hold her now I could not be
alone again anymore. She promises to never leave me and takes my hand. 
She says nobody talks like me, that she likes it when I kiss her neck 
and that I should do it again. She is pretty and without fear and the 
most important she is in love with me. I tell her that I want to be 
with her forever and she thinks so too. But all along I know that it 
would end, because dreams always do. But in that moment none of it 
matters. It all comes down to that it is Christmas time, I am alive, I 
have friends and I am lucky enough to forget that there are people 
dying, starving, freezing to death in this very moment, even in this 
country, that the suicide rate over these days is the highest in the 
year and that our planet gets destroyed more with every minute. I am 
one of the privileged people, who is lucky enough to ever witness a 
Christmas miracle and meet an angel and so we just sit together and I 
say: 

"I would only stop being with you, if I were dead lying on the floor." 

And she answers: 

"If you were dead lying on the ground, I would lay myself next to you." 


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