Letting Go Of Brent And Other Christmas Miracles : Chapter 6.2
I sat down on the window seat with a fresh mug of tea in hand, watching as my new community mingled on the street below. The week had flown by. This was the first time since I found Lester that I felt relaxed. At ease. I missed my best guy terribly but Cassandra was right, there was something about this apartment that felt like it fit. Like it was meant for me. For a few brief minutes it was good to be here. If this was one of the romance novels I usually enjoy on a night like tonight this would probably be time for the grand gesture. The moment the love interest realized what he was about to lose, quit acting like a douche and showed up late in the third act or the moment for the meet cute with the exact man the lonely yet lovable protagonist was hoping her lost crush was going to be (whereas the crush turns out to be lacking in the very qualities the main character needs in a partner). I looked at the clock. Six pm on New Year’s Eve. “It’s n