«So... how is he?» Owen asked me, when we got a moment alone and away from all the chaos. «He's so sweet. I think I'm falling in love with him, honestly» I answered, smiling, with a cup of tea in my hand. «Good for you! Now, promise me that if I'm no longer with you in a few years, you'll name your first child Owen.» «Who says it's gonna be a boy?» I teased, sipping from my cup of tea. «Also, why do you have so damn depressing? It's the holidays.» «Just wanna make sure you'll be okay without me.» Just before the Saturday Night Live Christmas break, Cecily has to deal with a lot: her beloved family, her work, her past relationships; she's tired and thinking about letting herself go to waste, not wanting her friends' help, thinking that trying to save her life is not worth it, when she meets a random man in a bar, that helps her find her own happiness, as Cecily starts asking herself: "is this just a phase, or am I healing again?". DISCLAIMER: this story is not based on the memoir that Cecily wrote, it is purely fictional, even though some things are based on real life events that she talked about in her book. English isn't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors in the story.
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