Chapter 3
One Year Later
Pete
It’s true last year I didn’t like Christmas; my butt was freezing while I did my Santa thing like an i***t. This year, though, Christmas is tearing my heart from my chest, and it isn’t the bitter cold of the night that chills me but the lack of the only thing that has ever warmed me for real: Lucas.
We broke up by mutual agreement. Yes, sure. Mutual agreement, my ass. We broke up because I’m an imbecile; that’s why. And he is proud. I wanted to help him and he thought I didn’t believe in him, thought I didn’t think he could make it just fine on his own. That what I gave him was charity.
A couple months have gone by, but things haven’t gotten better. I can’t find peace and don’t feel comfortable in my own space. Before Lucas arrived in my life, in my house
