6:27 PM. December Twenty-First. The Burkland Meyer Apartments.
The sky was a deep grey, with hints of purple teasing the eye. Clouds created images of gods and goddesses playing with the fate of the sad people below. Snow was falling, white specks adding to the shear blanket over the courtyard of Brielle's new found home. Winter was a bleak time for her, with dark colors and low toned lights. Every year was different and she was never quite sure what to do for the holidays. It was five days until Christmas. Seven days until Liam came back from his job flying to Brazil. It would be yet another dull Christmas. With no Liam she would wrap the presents herself and spend a measurable amount of time calling her brother Blake and visiting her sister who lived just down the stairs. At least Liam would have a good time in the sun, spending his Christmas with a load of pilot friends, but she could only hope that he would miss her on his little adventure.
That's what she thought of their time away as. Little adventures. They both had hard schedules, and time together was precious. She was used to, and even content with her artificial loneliness. Especially during this holiday season when others were going to visit their loved ones. Brielle was usually the one gone on Christmas day, flying to Hawaii or New York. Helping people find their seats and serving the first class snobs small samples of cheap wine. She never knew who was going to be gone and when. The last time they had spent a Christmas together on the twenty-fifth was three years ago. Yet, with all the trouble, they make it through.
She was satisfied with this distant, closeness she had with Liam. In someways it was better than having a boyfriend that was constantly there. Brielle needed her independence. Her moments to prove to everyone that she could do it all on her. Moving in with Liam was contradictory. But sometimes there are no others ways to progress in a relationship if the boy isn't willing to buy the ring. She was okay with that. Not happy, but alright. Brielle would much rather be living with him without a ring than living without the ring or the man. For now, she was fine with the arrangement, even though she was pushing at the seams when she redid the living room and their bedroom. He got over it fairly quickly. She had even managed to decorate for the holidays. No tree, but she put up a strip of lights and some old tensile from her childhood, along with two sockings. Liam and Brielle stitched at the top.
Brielle had made plans though; to spend at least part of Christmas day with her little sister Bonnie. It seemed fine enough, as the day was supposed to be devoted to spending time with family. That brought upon the thought of her mother. Was she to visit her mom? Brielle thought it would be too much for her, and that last thing she wanted to do was stress out her sick mother. She just couldn't face it all. Their relationship had never been pleasant and now she was dying. Brielle could only think to blame herself for the trouble to caused and continues to inflict on her mother.
Her boots crunched in the swollen snow that covered the pathway to the double doors of her apartment. Some lights were lit in the windows above her, people were slowly coming home from the office jobs and sitting down to have a cheery dinner. A bag of take-out was in her leather-gloved hands as her foot slipped on the top stair. Damned ice. She didn't have much ambition at this point, and she had even given up on cooking for herself. The fireplace in the lobby of the apartment was lit, crackling welcomes to all who entered. It was cozy and a wave of warmth came over Brielle as she walked toward the elevator.
Mr. Burkland himself was sitting in his usual seat by the fire when he sent a friendly wave her way. He was a dear old man who was continuing his deceased wife's dream: being a successful landlord. Brielle would sometimes visit with the wise old fool, she admired his gumption. Brielle smiled back and muttered a rough hello, only being the third time she'd spoken today. The elevator came to her call fairly quickly and opened it's big mouth. Brielle thought about Mr. Burkland's love for his wife as she stepped inside and pressed the button to the third floor.