Alya's POV

   I'm sitting in Robin's living room, bawling my eyes out, her hand rubbing my back.

Robin's POV

I feel so bad for Alya.  She had a terrible Christmas.  She was absolutely right about her dad, her brothers are entitled pieces of shit, and her family is nosy as hell.  They'd make me dread Christmas, too.

I also feel bad for her mom.  I can't believe she had to put up with that shit as well.  She's so nice.  It seems like she's the only one that truly wants the best for Alya in every way.

Alya's POV

"I just.....I just wish they could be normal.  Why can't they just be normal for once?!  I hate fucking Christmas!"

"Come here,"  She embraces me as I cry.  She gets up and comes back.  She wipes away my tears.  "I know you just had the shittiest Christmas of your life, but I hope this can make you at least a little happy.  I noticed that your mom had a mistletoe that we were standing under for a bit, but we never really got the chance to......y'know.  So........"

She holds a mistletoe toe over our heads, a smile on her face.  I sniffle, wiping away more tears.  "Really?"  She gives me a head nod.

Her eyes search my face.  Mine stare into hers.  I'm not acting anymore.  Robin is the sweetest person I've ever met, and in this moment, I feel everything for her.  Her, and only her.

Her hand gently cups my cheek.  She starts leaning in, causing me to lean in as well.  When our lips meet, it's like time stops around me and my body leaves the Earth and enters space.

I really like Robin.