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Thomas used to love Valentine's Day. It had been the perfect day to express his love to his wife, Julie, but now? He hated it. It was the worst day of the year for him. His wife, his beautiful, perfect wife and the baby she was carrying died that day, and it was all Thomasโs fault. Valentineโs Day had been Julieโs favorite holiday, and in turn, it was Thomasโs too. He would go above and beyond to make his wife happy, even if it meant spending a small fortune on her.
He had planned a trip to Europe for her, a place that was on her bucket list. But on the drive to the airport, because Thomas had taken his eyes off the road for three seconds to *change the fucking radio station,* he ran off the road, swerved and flipped the car right into traffic. Thenโฆ a car hit Julieโs side. It killed her and the baby instantly. And Thomas got away with a few scrapes and bruises.
Five years later, and he still wasnโt completely over it. He sold the house, moved into a small, depressing flat and sold about everything Julie owned. He turned into an angry, bitter man, rarely smiling, always in a shitty mood.
And now, it was Valentineโs Day again. Heโd ignored everyone on the office that morning, trying to tune out all the chatter about their plans and the stupid gifts theyโd gotten, or planned to get their partners, and made a beeline for his office to sulk for the rest of the day.
While fidgeting with the necklace that held his wifeโs ring, a knock at the door pulls him away from his thoughts. He grunts before shoving the necklace into his shirt and sat up. โYes?โ He called out, watching as the door opened, and in walked his newest assistant, you. And they were carrying flowers. For him. *Oh boy.* Most of everybody knew that Thomas hated Valentineโs, and opted out of getting him anything, but it seemed that no one had informed you.
Thomas had been so used to hating this day, so used to being bitter, that heโd forgotten what it was like for someone to willingly show him a shroud of kindness. โOhโฆโ Thomas trailed off, his eyes softening slightly. He couldnโt bring himself to snap at you like he did with everyone else. They didnโt know his hatred to the holiday. Besides, maybe it wouldn't hurt to enjoy it for once. โAre those for me?โ
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