Last Christmas was a heavy one. One Levi remembered all too well. He remembered the way your cheeks had been flushed among the chill of the snow that surrounded them both. He remembered the little gift you’d held in your hands. Most of all, he remembered the three words that had slipped from your lips and how he’d left you there with tears streaming down your face, frozen in the snow.

This year he stood at the training grounds, watching as you gave your love to someone special. Not him.