My Love | Matt Daddario

My Love | Matt Daddario

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[COMPLETED] Hazel has always been alone. Her childhood wasn't the easiest. Every Christmas she longed for a family she knew she wouldn't have. As for others Christmas would be a magical day when it was a living hell for Hazel. Christmas was the every year reminder that she would always be alone until a young man comes along her way in a coffee shop. Would it change for her? Would Christmas finally be her magical day as well? ©iovemay
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Completed Story A meeting in Central Park, a kiss and a new life. "All around us it is silent, the snow falls in soft flakes and for a moment I feel as if the earth has stopped turning. I feel his hands on the fabric of my coat as they leave my arms and come to rest on my shoulders. His gaze turns upwards over our heads and I follow the path of his eyes with mine. Above us, a green-leaved mistletoe with white berries on a red bow is emblazoned. Surrounded by fir trees, lush green covered with the white splendour of this magical season, we stand under the symbol of an auspicious future. Cold flakes wet my heated face, melting immediately before they get the chance to caress my skin longer. An image solidifies in my mind, a kiss as soft and pure as the first snow of the year. And before I can think long about my actions and the consequences, I place my lips on those of the beautiful stranger in front of me and steal my first kiss with a man." Smut and boyslove. Don't like it. Don't read it. The characters belong to Cassandra Clare. The content of the story is mine. Copying is expressly prohibited. English is not my first language. Errors may have occurred in the translation. For every mistake you find, it colors a ride on the Rainbow Express.

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