Let It Snow

by Beth Moran

Jamal had a theory that Summer was sabotaging my calendar, intercepting my emails in an attempt to get me fired so she could slither into the top job.

Summer

Shes a bitch

niece Elana’s

Frankie, who was seven,

Elana

Jed’s wife, Mia, said.

Daisy

Joy

Henry Fairfax

Mia

my sister-in-law.

Henry shook his head. ‘It was this. You wore a shiny white dress with loads of snowflakes dangling off it and had a cloud on your head. You started crying right after the last verse.’

Cute

‘Okay, so who could remember apart from someone so full of sickeningly, soppy love for her that he files away every minute thing she does?’

‘Why focus on the one small thing that’s not perfect, when the rest is so good?’

Did his life feel emptier, smaller without me, as mine did without him? Was this actually how our story would end – heartbreak and disappointment and a mountain of broken promises?

For the first time I realised, with an overwhelming rush of dread, that love wasn’t going to be enough.

Ouch

‘She’s right. You look beautiful.’

AHH

again.’

Again???

oh

wait thats so cute :(

aw

I pulled away to remove the ridiculous temptation to press my lips against that smooth patch of neck

Gasp omg

I felt alarmingly, incomprehensibly attracted to Henry Fairfax.

AWW

He stood up, stretching so that his hands brushed the ceiling, revealing a flash of skin in between his cardigan and the top of his crumpled trousers.

Bruh ahhh

Henry and I had become an us,

‘Because we like each other?’

‘Bea Armstrong is a household name across the region. It probably doesn’t look great if you can’t get the name of your top weather presenter right.’

Slay

‘You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?’ I blurted,

OHHHHHH SHITTT

hacked

WHAA

‘Do I, Henry Fairfax, believe that one day I’ll be a part of this weird, wonderful family?’ He paused. Swallowed. Reached up one hand and gently stroked the side of my face. ‘Via marrying you? With everything I’ve got, I hope so.’

Im crying