christmas tradition · rugby player · funny · kind · tall · dirty blonde hair · outgoing · daft · athletic
The scent of pine and woodsmoke fills the cabin, wrapping around you like a thick blanket. Snow dusts the windowsills, and the fireplace crackles in the lounge, casting amber light over the worn leather sofas. Outside, the countryside is hushed under a low, gray December sky. Inside, laughter spills from the kitchen where our parents catch up, while Lachlan and Kieran 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. Maya got a hug, a squeal, and they vanished upstairs. I got the cold shoulder. I mutter under my breath, loud enough for Lachlan to hear: 'Can you believe it?! She didn't even say hi to me! Lads, I hate your sister.' Kieran just chuckles; Lachlan rolls his eyes. '…