Title: The Road Back Home

Genre: Romance, Drama

Rating: PG-13 (Or so I think) Will rate chapters if ever.

Summary: -------just read on....

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,

Jack Frost nipping on your nose,

Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,

And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

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A very Merry Christmas to you”

She turned off the old, though most often handy radio as she sat down and wrapped her body with a thin quilt that didn’t help much in warding off the cold.

She let her eyes drift away from her shivering hands and stare longingly outside through the windowpane.  Lifting a cup of hot cocoa from the small side table she placed in front of her and taking a sip from it, she sighed for the umpteenth time that day as she then used the warm cup as an instrument to bring heat to her hands.

It's Christmas Eve.

Christmas is a time you’re supposed to spend with your loved ones. It was supposed to be the happy and festive time of the year where families gather together and have a hearty dinner, people reunite or catch-up with the time spent apart from long lost relatives, couples send each other meaningful gifts and do month long prepared activities and friends hang out and create wonderful memories as they bask in the spirit of Christmas.

That, was how it was supposed to be. Unfortunatly for her it was not.

She placed the drink back down as she pulled the quilt closer to her body looking for any kind of comfort.

Albeit all the smiles and happy faces she sees outside, a huge wave of loneliness loomed from her heart as she let her eyes drift back to her empty apartment. It was as cold as winter and as empty as she felt right this very moment.

She knew well how it feels to live life all alone. She’s felt it ever since she was fourteen years old.

Seven years later, the feeling never changed. No one can ever get used to loneliness, no matter how much they claim otherwise.

She breathed in deeply as she looked down at her hands. Now, she didn’t know if they were shivering because of the cold or because of the huge amount of effort she took to be strong and not to break down.

“No one to talk to, no one to hold, no one to laugh with, cry with, and most especially... no one to love and call my own...

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...I wish... I wish there was someone, anyone out there that I could love, desire and need, and who in return would love me, desire me... need me... Please do...” She prayed again and again as she hugged her knees to her chest in, once again, endless search of warmth.

This was a dilemma she knew she would, sooner or later, have to face.

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At a different state, another kind of dilemma was being dealt with by a completely different person.

Had I not needed to have an heir just to have those properties and position that should have been rightfully mine in the first place I would not need to do this.

I worked hard for the company, had excellent marks as a student and though I am not the most filial, obedient and righteous grandson he dreamed of having, I had always ended up victorious in every challenge he threw against me. I deserve this, how dare he say otherwise?

What the heck does he mean by the essence of a true man? What bullsh*t is that? Who gave him the right to change his will every single time? I am more than of legal age, what is mine should have been mine 6 years ago.

This is beyond absurd. It is impossible for me to be faithful and to be truly and irrevocably in love with one woman, enough for me to even think of having a family of my own. I will never marry.

If that is so... then how the heck am I supposed to just ask a woman to give me a child and leave afterwards with no attachment? How the heck am I supposed to find one who would agree to such an absurd condition?

Who could be as desperate as I to accept such a proposition?

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Desperation.

That was the feeling that had been clouding my heart since this morning.

I stared blankly at the magazine I got from the kind old lady that lived two blocks away from my apartment this morning. I flipped the pages with less enthusiasm as I continued to empty the cocoa drink that was starting to turn cold. One particular article near the end caught my eye as I went on. An article entitled, “The last piece of the puzzle.”

It talked about a woman finding contentment and satisfaction as she gave birth to her very first child.

“My son brightens up my day. There is never a dull moment when he is in my arms. Whenever I am with him, it feels like I never knew what loneliness felt like before.” This particular line struck and found a deep place to stay in my memory that for so long I could not think of anything but that one meaningful line.

Loneliness... I looked at her genuinely smiling face below the article, holding her little bundle of joy for the very first time. I thought to myself, "Has this woman really experienced the feeling of loneliness in her life before? Does she really understand what it's like? Does she, perhaps, understand how I feel?"

I didn't know why.... I must've been really desperate... but for the whole evening, as I clutched the magazine article which I ripped a few minutes ago tightly with my hands, and as I walked out of my house to nowhere in mind... I suddenly wondered how it was like to have a child of my own.

How happy would I be.... to call someone my own.

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