𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖.
𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙭.

Christmas is never fun in my house. My family might be billionaires, but we’re living proof that money doesn’t buy happiness.

This year, though…this year really takes the cake.

I didn’t expect my father to ruin Christmas altogether. I didn’t think I was going to leave dinner early with the dire need to run back to college…and I surely didn’t expect the only person who would make it all better would be my ex.

He calls drunk, but I don’t want to talk to him.

So he shows up at my house in the middle of the night.

And he reminds me exactly why I never moved on from him.

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨.