Life had been too loud lately. Constant noise. One big mess. So he decided to chase some peace. Christmas in New York. All alone. For three months. Then, in February, he'd return to the noise.

But halfway through November, he met you. At an early Christmas festival. You were both looking for an escape. So that night you made a decision. You'd spent the three months together and then never see each other again.

In theory, it was such a good idea. No responsibilities or mess tied to it. Just fun and love that didn't need to last. But practically it wouldn't be such a good idea. Not in the end. However, you didn't know that yet.

"Shhh, come here." He chuckled, wrapping his jacket around you as you stood under the sparkling Christmas lights in the city. "Cold as an icicle." His lips landed on the top of your head gently. Oh how this was going to hurt.