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warnings : nsfw , angst
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❝ he only loves me when, there's a means he means to end ❞
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The holidays came around the corner as winter continued. And a cold, snowy winter it was.
Out on the fire escape you sat, snowflakes landing daintily upon your bare hand, that held a cigarette between two fingers. You inhaled and let the calming rush sink into you. By accident, the cigarette fell from your hands, and landed in the slush beneath your feet, putting the embers of it out.
"Well shit," you cursed underneath your breath.
It was probably a sign to quit.
Sighing, you squished the cigarette butt beneath your foot to ensure it was out, before picking it up and tossing it into your ash-tray. You may have been a smoker, but you drew the line at littering.
Through the mildly frosted-over window, you could see Sasha half-asleep on the couch, and decided to join her. After clambering through your open window, you brushed yourself off, removing your woollen scarf and closing the window after you.
"Heya Sasha." You caught her attention as you plonked yourself down onto the couch next to her.
Sasha snapped out of her daze. "Oh, y/n! Wanna watch something?" she asked, picking up the TV remote.
"Well actually... I was thinking we could decorate the tree," you suggested.
Sasha's face lit up and she hopped up from her seat. "Yes yes yes!" she rejoiced like an excited child on Christmas Eve.
Christmas was Sasha's favourite holiday, so in your last two years as roommates, the run up to the festival was always exciting - even if you didn't really celebrate it. She bounded over to where her laptop was resting on the kitchen table, and opened up Spotify.
Soon, the pair of you were decorating the tree with lights and baubles of all colours while being serenaded to the sound of carols, new and old.
"It's still pretty early, should we call some people over?" Sasha asked as she applied the finishing touches to the tree.
"Who d'ya have in mind?"
"Well maybe... Niccolo." She blushed at so much as saying his name; it made you smile. "Hey, what are you looking at me like that for!" She noticed the smirk on your lips.
