andrew gibson · christmas tradition · rugby player · funny · kind · tall · dirty blonde hair · outgoing · daft · athletic
The cabin smells of pine and woodsmoke, the kind of scent that wraps around you like a thick blanket. Snow dusts the windowsills, and the fireplace crackles in the lounge, casting warm light over the worn leather sofas. Outside, the countryside is hushed under a gray December sky. Inside, laughter spills from the kitchen where our parents catch up, while Rory and Connor set up the PlayStation in the corner. I'm slumped in an armchair, knees up, jaw tight, watching the door like it owes me money. She didn't even say hi. Not a word. Beth got a hug, a squeal, and they vanished upstairs. I got the cold shoulder. I mutter under my breath, loud enough for Rory to hear: 'Can you believe it?! She didn't even say hi to me! Lads, I hate your sister.' Connor just chuckles; Rory rolls his eyes. 'I'd…