Aber Yourself a Very Merry Christmas

Aber Yourself a Very Merry Christmas

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With only two weeks to go until Christmas, it wasn't the best time for Y/N to get dumped. But it happened, and she had two choices...to stay in London where none of her family were and risk getting drunk and turning up at her ex's house to scream at him, or to go away for Christmas. Deciding to be smart, she chose the latter, opting to head all the way to Aberystwyth. She expected a cold, lonely winter in a stranger's house with all the Christmas movies that she could find on Netflix and Amazon and all the wine and chocolate that she could physically consume. What she wasn't expecting, however, was to fall completely head over heels for someone. Especially not when she was there to get over someone else. Who would have thought that getting dumped could turn out to be so great?ta
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"You're insane!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her. I instantly whirled around, clutching two cigarettes and a wine bottle. "You can't go around telling people shit like that!" "Yes, I'm insane! I'm fucking crazy! But everything I do is because of you." I closed the distance between us with just a few steps. Dropping the wine bottle by my feet, which shattered into a million pieces and flooded the white carpet, I placed both of my hands on her cheeks. She was too stunned to move, obviously not expecting that outbreak. Glass protruded from my exposed foot and dug into Andrea's legs but we didn't notice. The stinging pain didn't exist. It was just us, this moment, this feeling- this amazingly, suffocating feeling. It was just us. The cigarette smoke was curling around her ear as I stared at her. "You make me crazy. But I love being crazy because it's you that makes me that way. You make me absolutely insane, but I love you. So please, just let me love you because I don't know what I'd do without my crazy."

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