She had imagined their first holiday season together for months before it arrived. In her mind, it was a warm, intimate affair. They would decorate a tree together, drink spiced wine while listening to the old records she loved, and spend Christmas morning wrapped in blankets, exchanging thoughtful gifts. She did not share this vision with him explicitly, because it felt obvious. This was what the holidays were supposed to look like. This was what couples did.
When December arrived, he informed her that his family always spent Christmas Eve at his parents' house, followed by a full day with extended relatives on Christmas Day. He assumed she would join him. He had not discussed it with her. He had simply assumed, just as she had assumed he would want the quiet, intimate holiday she had pictured. Neither of them was wrong. Neither of them was unreasonable. But their unspoken expectations collided like two invisible trains, and the wreckage was a fight that neither of them saw coming.
Support helps me create the kind of stories that breathe fire, raw, emotional, and unafraid of desire. My goal is to write with honesty, explore the depth of power and surrender, and build a space where readers who crave intensity feel seen. Every bit of support lets me go deeper into the world I’m crafting… and stay committed to telling the truth of these characters.
Write a comment ...