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Christmas Special

Happy Holidays my dear friends! I hope you enjoy this short imagine I wrote for all of you! <3

Christmas Eve was brisk and cold, with snow falling in large, downy flakes, like a snow globe. The town of Aberdeen looked like a scene out of a Christmas movie. For most people it would have been enjoyable, but not for you tonight.

The fight had been bad this time. Your stepfather has nearly gotten the chance to beat you, but you ran away before he could get his hands on you.

So here you were, freezing cold, wandering the streets, tears welling up in your eyes. It was Christmas Eve. Fucking Christmas. And your family didn't even care one iota.

They wouldn't come looking for you. They preferred you out of sight, which was a small miracle.

The streets were empty. You took a seat on a bench for a minute to rest your feet. You contemplated the small sum of money you had, and considered going to a motel. It was too cold to stay out here all night.

But right now the sobs wouldn't stop coming and you curled up your body on the bench and cried.

"Excuse me," you heard a male voice. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You finally dared to look up, knowing you looked a mess.

The guy staring back at you was gorgeous. He had long blonde hair, a handsome face and the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen.

"Yeah?" You asked, trying desperately to dry your eyes and hide that you'd been crying.

"Are you okay?" His voice was gentle—not what you were used to.

You wanted to answer yes. You really did. But when you opened your mouth all that would come out was a stifled "no" before the tears came again. You hated that you were this way.

"It's cold out here," the guy said, taking a seat next to me on the bench. He made sure to keep a respectful distance. "And it's Christmas Eve. Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Don't you?" You retorted. You weren't sure why this guy was hanging around. That silenced the guy for a moment.

"It's complicated," he answered finally. "What about you?" You sighed deeply.

"It's complicated," you repeated.

"Well, um, if it's complicated, I've got time to listen." Who was this stranger who was acting so kind?

"Uh, I dunno," you stammered. Your eyes met his. You felt him stare at you with compassion—without hate or disgust that you were so used to seeing. It made fresh tears well in your eyes.

"Look. It's cold out here," the guy continued gently. "There's a little diner up the road that's still open. Have you eaten?" You shook your head.

"It's just down here." The guy stood and gestured down the road. You slowly got to your feet, prepared to follow him.

"I'm Kurt, by the way," the guy introduced himself.

"I'm (y/n)," you answered softly.

"It's nice to meet you," Kurt chuckled.

"You too," you answered timidly. The small diner came into view. A moment later, Kurt held the door for you and you walked in.

The aroma of food made your stomach growl. When had you last eaten?

"Hi there!" chimed a plump and jolly little woman dressed in an apron. "Go ahead and sit where you'd like."

"Thank you," Kurt answered. You chose a small booth tucked into the corner.