"Something had died that day", Den thought. Something bigger than all of Den's dreams combined. The feeling of being wanted and cherished, he felt unwanted and dirty now that she had mentally slapped him in the brain. This was why and when his addictions had gotten the better of him, he couldn't help but go back home and kill some motherfuckers on Modern Combat 5 and wish that they were real people. He had never hated himself more. Now he had finally understood, why Harry Potter at one point in the Order of the Phoenix couldn't stand his own skin. This story isn't about him, it's about Heartbreak, Heartbreak December. December the month of love, the month of Christ the saviour,...