Vincent was sitting in his home office, drinking bourbon as he spent Christmas Eve watching the garden that had been lit with bright lamps all around for that spirit of Christmas.
He sighed and drank a big gulp of the bourbon straight from the bottle before throwing the nearly empty bottle to the floor.
His face had gotten reddish as he drank the whole bottle all by himself.
He wanted to warm himself on this cold and lonely night, but the drunker he got, the lonelier he felt.
And as he got lonelier, only one person was lingering in his mind right now.
"Chloe…" Vincent murmured his wife's name, the official one he married ten years ago.
He had a lot of memories of Chloe. They dated since high school.
Chloe was admitted through a scholarship because of her brilliance. His school was filled with the elites, yet Chloe wasn't intimidated at all.
