Another year, another sweater you have yet to receive. There’s this never ending cycle that happens every third of December when everyone gets a sweater except… you.

Heather notices this as she looked at you with blue eyes. Her arms were overflowed with sweaters and she could see the jealousy in your eyes.

That night she went to your apartment. You open the door and just stared at her surprised as she holds out a sweater.

“For you.” She said, softly smiling.