Snowflakes fell on my cheeks, mixing with my tears. Behind me, Christmas lights glowed against the iced-over pavement, as the smell of whiskey and eggnog drifted from my house, seeping into the winter air. His hands cupped my face. They felt cold. And not from exposure to the Minnesota cold. No affection. No warmth. At that moment, I knew I did the right thing. I met his gaze with my own green eyes. I felt like I could stare right through his eyes because of how hollow they were. I started to question everything that happened between him and me, but I was sure there's no point in trying again. So, I said, "Ethan, we can't keep doing this. I don't want to anymore.""I said I was sorry," he pleaded. "You're just overreacting."My eyes
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