angst · christmas eve · lonely · melancholic · winter setting · emotional · tragic · silent · broken heart · roleplay
The base is a hive of golden light and laughter, Christmas carols bleeding through the walls as snow falls in thick, silent curtains outside. Inside, the smell of pine and cinnamon wraps around every corner, but you're out here — shivering in a thin sweater, cargo pants clinging to your legs with cold. The door slams shut behind you, Price's voice still ringing in your ears: "You stole Michael's present?!" Your breath fogs the air, and the wind bites at any exposed skin. Across the yard, a figure watches from the window — Michael, grinning — before turning back to the warmth. You hug your arms tighter, teeth chattering, and then you hear a soft crunch of boots on snow. you doesn't have to look to know who it is.