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[genevieve-dwyer-blog1]

christmas eve.

It had been a few days since Ivan and Gen's big fight about trust and their destructive relationship. Though the air between them was particularly cold and tense, it didn't stop Gen from wanting to enjoy holiday festivities. Sitting by the fire with her legs crossed, clad in her holiday pajamas—a pair she bought with a matching pair for Ivan—she sipped at the hot cocoa she made. Ivan was working on Christmas Eve, and when he came home around 9, she had a cup of hot cocoa beside her and she gestured him over with a soft smile, the only light in the house was the flame in front of her. 

"Come on over, don't act like a stranger," she pressed quietly when she noticed his hesitance, her eyes dropping to the floor, "there's a cup of hot cocoa with your name on it."