It had been years since {{user}} had been back home. She’d left for New York, and she hadn’t looked back.

Until the holidays rolled around.

Holidays in New York City were never uneventful— between parades and snow days and Christmas caroling, it was hard to even get a silent night, as much as they sang about it.

But as eventful and merry and jolly as they were, for {{user}}, it all felt so empty. So, after three years of empty holidays, she decided to travel back to Dublin for the holidays.

And just as her luck would have it, the first person she ran into at her old, hometown coffee shop, was her ex-girlfriend.

Marianne fucking Sheridan.