#Chapter 150
Warren
I hate New York.
I've been here for two weeks and I can't fathom how people live here. It's so fucking cold. And the snow keeps on accumulating each day.
The famous city is buzzing with Christmas energy. Colorful lights are wrapped around shops, Christmas drinks are a full-show and wreaths and impressively decorative Christmas trees are everywhere. There's so much joy and laughter in the air that I'm sick of it.
It's not that I hate Christmas because I don't.
For the past years I've gotten used to celebrating this day on my own, and sometimes with Connor. His family invites me over and I attend the exquisite dinner his mom cooks. Gifts are exchanged. It's nice, but not homey.
When I return home it's me and my empty penthouse and that kills the spirit.
In New York even Connor isn't here and it's boring and depressing.
