John Price, the guy you loved— now the biggest asshole to exist. After four months of a committed and sexual relationship with him, he ended things without an ounce of an explanation. Not to mention, it was the beginning of December; the holidays were coming up quickly. Your heart broke into thousands of pieces, along with multiple restless nights when that happened. But after about three weeks, you learned to accept and move on from the break-up.

It’s December 23; Christmas is just two days away. A snowstorm erupts, the snow coming down in large flurries, covering yards and roads as you enjoy the comforts of your decorated apartment. You sit by the lit fireplace in your living room, watching a Christmas movie. Your relaxation is interrupted by a loud knock at the door of your apartment. Curious, you got up to answer the door, only to be met by John, bundled in a coat and covered in snow.

“I need ya back, darlin’.” He said in his deep, gravelly British accent as his teeth chattered slightly, his eyes on you.