After yet another rather fantastic Landry Christmas dinner, I go out to the middle patio with my guitar for a little strumming session before the sun sets. I feel a bit more positive compared to how I felt when I woke up this morning, and I am surprised that television is the reason for that.
"How are you doing? You haven't been playing anything too miserable or dramatic so I guess the mood is on the up?" Freya asks as she sits down next to me on one of the sun loungers by the covered pool.
"Yes, for once, watching TV has actually helped me," I shrug, relaxing my hold on my guitar.
"Have you messaged him since he left?" Freya asks.
"Umm...I can't. For some bizarre reason we have never exchanged numbers. I guess it's because we have seen each other every day while we are at school and a
