I did this for a vocab quiz where a chacter named Rupert has to either hate something, or love something.
The snow drifted languidly outside as a man took a swig of liquor in the dim pub, remaining safe in the warmth of the hall as people bustled in for the dance the bar was hosting tonight. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, Rupert’s melancholy disposition didn’t change.
He hated how happy and quixotic these people could be, with that thought in his mind he took another drink of the alcohol, it burned his throat. A young girl smiled at him and offered to dance; his glare sent the taxi dancer scrambling away. His fingers felt along the old epistle in his pocket, how could he possibly love anything on the day his son died in combat?
His wife left him long ago for another man, leaving him to take care of his son alone. Rupert had been a good father, managing three jobs just to get by. His son joined the military, but only two years in, he died from a kamikaze that had attached a bomb to her own child.
When the news hit him, it hit him hard. Rupert had lost his love of everything; the only thing keeping him on the brink of sanity was the thought of what his child would think of him if he took his own life?
“Waiter, I’m ready to pay.” A man that had been walking by nodded solemnly, an understanding notion in his gaze. As the boy collected the green bills and walked away, then man found himself seeing his own son in the boy.
The young man worked every day, his own son was a hard worker too. He knew that he had to work hard, not only to get somewhere in life, but to also have something to prove to the world.
Rupert scooted out of his chair and left the warm, social atmosphere for the biting, lonely winter outside. The cold nipped at his hands, he stuffed them into his pockets and walked into the park across the street.
On a bitter cold like tonight, he didn’t expect anyone to be around. The jingling bells of a carriage being pulled, and a dray horse nickering got his attention. The couple sat in the back of the sled, hand in hand, watching the snow fall around them.
He felt a cold rock of hate lodge itself in his stomach, the world just moved on, ignorant of how quickly reality can take everything away from someone in a single moment. Rupert still walked away, traveling nowhere with Jack Frost as his only friend.
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