Chapter 14

“Before kissing my boyfriend, I eat the marshmallow, so he laughs and says my kisses are sweet!”

Her mother covers her eyes with her hand and I laugh, keeping the marshmallow and nodding to the little girl, letting her know I will treasure her advice.

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Pete

I don’t understand shit! Nothing. I look myself at the mirror and move my hands, and I seem like a fleshy version of C-3PO. In contrast, when Lucas moves his hands, it seems like he’s directing an orchestra. So elegant, fast, fluid. Not me. Tomorrow is Christmas, and I want to send him a message asking him to see me. I don’t care if he wants to come back or not, start a relationship with me again or not. I just want to wish him a Merry Christmas the way it’s supposed to be. With gestures. Maybe in a decent way. After all, it isChristmas. Can’t I at least hope for a little miracle? Perhaps, for once, my hands could stop looking like iron pincers and become harmonious.