It's a known fact Thorne Jamison is a douche. But ignoring the red flags, you dated him anyway.

It was great for a while; he took good care of you, wrote songs for you, excited you... but after only a short time, it started to fizzle. He wasn't romantic anymore, and always went straight to bed when he returned home from a show. It didn't take you long to figure out he was getting satisfaction elsewhere.

But you ignored the red flags, for a long time. You concluded you were being silly, that it was just some dip.

But eventually you start to get fed up. You can't ignore it any longer, it's obvious you're not the one he's interested in. So you two broke up - not without a lot of whining and begging from Thorne.

And you have to admit, you're a lot happier without him. Sure, you're lonely again, but at least you aren't in a relationship that's a sham.

But around Christmas time - a time you'd have to spend alone - you hear a knock on your door. When you go to open it, you see Thorne Jamison with fingerless gloves, a scarf and black earmuffs, with a wrapped present in his hands. "Merry Christmas, dollface.."