twenty-six. His Christmas was still some time away in January. He had even scheduled himself to work partly on Christmas Day. Clearly the holiday didn't go as planned for anyone.
His mood had been bleak since the hotel incident. He couldn't help it, had thrown himself into his work and had been far less social. Even now, he was so very reluctant to reach out to those he cared for, those he called family.
And as he laid in bed, he made a vow to turn things around next year. He had to for his own sake if no one else's. Perhaps it was also time to let go of the past and find something new.