A tale of finding love and trust after loss.
Ivy
Knowing I've lost all I've truly cared for in the span of a few days should make me want to crawl into a hole and hibernate... No The time for self-wallowing is over.
For once, I am taking charge, and choosing to rebuild myself elsewhere instead of spending the holidays driving to Montreal and back. For once, I pledge to be honest with what I want, lowering the mask I've been wearing to let my reckless heart lead the way. England, here I come
Kit
Finding myself alone over the holidays, and I am not dreading it. For the first time, I am not providing for my sister, nor overly busy with work, and, so, I am completely dedicated to doing nothing for the duration of my vacation.
Wrong. Fate keeps intertwining my path with one intriguing tourist, wrecking my lack of plans in the most surprising ways. Should I simply accept that this spark is doomed to fizzle out before the New Year's here? Or should I pursue this magnetic pull I feel?