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Sarge brushed the snow off the now-empty bucket of materials he brought with him. Since the snow was gently falling down, he took this opportunity to do something he hadn’t done for years. He built a snowman. He’d been so busy with his job that he’d lost the joy of freshly fallen snow. Most of the time, it merely got in the way of an investigation, but now it was something he could enjoy again.
He watched a snowflake fall on his nose. He snickered. “Well, guess this is it, eh?” Sarge lifted the bucket on top of the portly snowman he made. He’d packed the snow tightly enough to avoid having it fall to pieces when he placed the bucket on its ear. “Been so long since I made one of you guys. Kinda nice.”
Sarge took a step back and inhaled sharply. “I guess I haven’t really had anyone to talk to since… he left.” Sarge squinted his eyes closed. “Just for now, can I pretend that you’re him? That you’re… Chomby?”
“Of course,” Sarge imagined the snowman say. “What did you need to talk about?”
“About you, maybe, Chomby? I just thought that I could actually say goodbye this time?” Sarge felt his lips quiver. “I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about this. I guess it’s meaningless to keep it a secret now, but I just can’t tell them. Anyone.”
“What did you want to tell them?” Chomby asked. “I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to do that now.”
“Yes it would! Of course it would hurt! It would hurt me a lot.” Sarge hissed. “I just wanted to tell you goodbye. You’re not in the mindscape, so I can’t tell you there. I figured this would be the best way to do it – making a physical figure of you.” Sarge wrung his fingers together. “One that I could actually touch.”
“Would that make you happy?” Chomby asked.
“I don’t know! I just can’t get you out of my mind, Chomby!” Sarge clenched his fists and took a deep breath. “My entire life changed when we met. I don’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, all my friends have moved away, and I’ve just been hiding the fact that I’m so lonely by shoving my face in my job!”
“So why are you talking to me now?” Chomby asked. “How are you not too busy now?”
“Using my vacation days I gained over the past several years…. They insisted I use my mourning leave, but it’s so hard to explain who you were to me.”
“That’s a bit of a difficult thing to answer, I suppose. What am I to you?” Chomby asked.
“I don’t know.” Sarge shook his head. “I hadn’t ever thought about it much until you…”
Sarge went silent.
“You’re having trouble saying it,” Chomby whispered.
“Yeah. I am.” Sarge nodded. “And it doesn’t help knowing that I’m just imagining you talking and not ACTUALLY talking to you.”
“Then, why don’t you tell me. What am I to you?”
“Someone I shared a body with, for one.” Sarge scratched his head. “I guess, it’s my body. I grew it all myself, and you came along and used it when you needed. I didn’t mind that at all. Whenever you took over, I could just experience the world through you without having to do anythings. I could hear you problem solve, I could feel your excitement when you’d perform a new song. I even got to experience what being flustered felt like. That stuff doesn’t come naturally to me like it does for you.”
“So, I was just someone to share a body with?”
“No! You were more than that. You were my friend.” Sarge felt his shoulders drop. “You were my best friend. But, even more than that. I felt you were… me.”
“What do you mean?” Though the snowman remained motionless, Sarge could have sworn he saw it tilt its head.
“You only got to experience life because of me. I shared almost all my secrets with you. I could talk to you about anything. We both loved music. It really felt like I had someone who I was close to for the first time in my entire life.” Sarge turned away. “It’s so hard to actually explain it. The best I can say is you were my best friend, and no matter what… I miss you.”
“I’m sorry, Sarge.” Chomby said.
Sarge felt his eyes well with tears. He immediately turned around and thrust his arms around the snowman. He squeezed it tightly. All he felt was a hard, snowy mound. He released his grip and dropped to his knees. “But you’re not him.”
“I’m not. Sorry. I’m sure he would tell you the same thing, though.” The snowman whispered. “He’d tell you how much he loves you.”
“I know.” Sarge nodded. “I love him, too.”
Sarge wiped his nose on his sleeve and stood up. “Thanks for listening.”
The snowman didn’t reply.
~~~~~
During the time when Sarge was in mourning, he tended to avoid doing or saying anything that would remind him of Chomby. But just this once, since he had nothing to do, he built a snowman. He made it as angry-looking as he could. He pretended it was Chomby.
Nonetheless, this is my winter-themed cover of Snowman! https://youtu.be/A2FmNwjPfDk
Please enjoy! :D
He watched a snowflake fall on his nose. He snickered. “Well, guess this is it, eh?” Sarge lifted the bucket on top of the portly snowman he made. He’d packed the snow tightly enough to avoid having it fall to pieces when he placed the bucket on its ear. “Been so long since I made one of you guys. Kinda nice.”
Sarge took a step back and inhaled sharply. “I guess I haven’t really had anyone to talk to since… he left.” Sarge squinted his eyes closed. “Just for now, can I pretend that you’re him? That you’re… Chomby?”
“Of course,” Sarge imagined the snowman say. “What did you need to talk about?”
“About you, maybe, Chomby? I just thought that I could actually say goodbye this time?” Sarge felt his lips quiver. “I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about this. I guess it’s meaningless to keep it a secret now, but I just can’t tell them. Anyone.”
“What did you want to tell them?” Chomby asked. “I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to do that now.”
“Yes it would! Of course it would hurt! It would hurt me a lot.” Sarge hissed. “I just wanted to tell you goodbye. You’re not in the mindscape, so I can’t tell you there. I figured this would be the best way to do it – making a physical figure of you.” Sarge wrung his fingers together. “One that I could actually touch.”
“Would that make you happy?” Chomby asked.
“I don’t know! I just can’t get you out of my mind, Chomby!” Sarge clenched his fists and took a deep breath. “My entire life changed when we met. I don’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, all my friends have moved away, and I’ve just been hiding the fact that I’m so lonely by shoving my face in my job!”
“So why are you talking to me now?” Chomby asked. “How are you not too busy now?”
“Using my vacation days I gained over the past several years…. They insisted I use my mourning leave, but it’s so hard to explain who you were to me.”
“That’s a bit of a difficult thing to answer, I suppose. What am I to you?” Chomby asked.
“I don’t know.” Sarge shook his head. “I hadn’t ever thought about it much until you…”
Sarge went silent.
“You’re having trouble saying it,” Chomby whispered.
“Yeah. I am.” Sarge nodded. “And it doesn’t help knowing that I’m just imagining you talking and not ACTUALLY talking to you.”
“Then, why don’t you tell me. What am I to you?”
“Someone I shared a body with, for one.” Sarge scratched his head. “I guess, it’s my body. I grew it all myself, and you came along and used it when you needed. I didn’t mind that at all. Whenever you took over, I could just experience the world through you without having to do anythings. I could hear you problem solve, I could feel your excitement when you’d perform a new song. I even got to experience what being flustered felt like. That stuff doesn’t come naturally to me like it does for you.”
“So, I was just someone to share a body with?”
“No! You were more than that. You were my friend.” Sarge felt his shoulders drop. “You were my best friend. But, even more than that. I felt you were… me.”
“What do you mean?” Though the snowman remained motionless, Sarge could have sworn he saw it tilt its head.
“You only got to experience life because of me. I shared almost all my secrets with you. I could talk to you about anything. We both loved music. It really felt like I had someone who I was close to for the first time in my entire life.” Sarge turned away. “It’s so hard to actually explain it. The best I can say is you were my best friend, and no matter what… I miss you.”
“I’m sorry, Sarge.” Chomby said.
Sarge felt his eyes well with tears. He immediately turned around and thrust his arms around the snowman. He squeezed it tightly. All he felt was a hard, snowy mound. He released his grip and dropped to his knees. “But you’re not him.”
“I’m not. Sorry. I’m sure he would tell you the same thing, though.” The snowman whispered. “He’d tell you how much he loves you.”
“I know.” Sarge nodded. “I love him, too.”
Sarge wiped his nose on his sleeve and stood up. “Thanks for listening.”
The snowman didn’t reply.
~~~~~
During the time when Sarge was in mourning, he tended to avoid doing or saying anything that would remind him of Chomby. But just this once, since he had nothing to do, he built a snowman. He made it as angry-looking as he could. He pretended it was Chomby.
Nonetheless, this is my winter-themed cover of Snowman! https://youtu.be/A2FmNwjPfDk
Please enjoy! :D
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Gender Male
Size 2400 x 1350px
File Size 2.03 MB
Listed in Folders
Oh, that hits right in the feels for me. Loneliness is no joke, and can be so painful, especially combined with loss. Glad he got better. Please, keep up the good work.
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