And, he sat me on his lap, and his warmness was a newly uncovered feeling against the cold icy air. We didn’t talk, and you know one of those moments where everything he does, every little fucking thing he does, every little movement says a million words? Well, I had that moment. You could say I treasured it, you could say that. When in reality, it was one of the most depressing moments of my life.

I always wanted to end a story with these words:

I tried to fit that into all of the pieces of writing I wrote. Chloe could so it easily, and I was always jealous of that. It never fit, although I loved the lines so very much. Little did I know this ending would become easy to fit, not into a story though.

That was the ending of my life.

I begin my tale. The day before Christmas.