“You took down our kisstletoe,” my heart sank to see he had reached up to remove one of the last few traces of me left in his bedroom, that used to be our room together.

He glanced at the mistletoe like it was nothing. “Yeah, it’s not Christmas anymore.”

I grew quiet, dim like a bulb about to go out, “Yeah, I guess that holiday is over.”

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