You stood backstage, a big smile on your face as you mouthed the words of the song and reenacted the moves, your kids on stage singing the Christmas songs and doing their little dance, flashes from the parents’ cameras capturing core memories.

A hand on your back startled you, one of the other teachers telling you that you had a visit, and that they wanted to talk to you immediately. A gut feeling already told you who the mysterious visitor could’ve been- and you were right. Simon, back from his most recent mission, waiting near your classroom.

“I’m missing the recital,” you deadpanned, standing a few feet away from him, arms folded over your chest. “I’m sure your ears can welcome a few minutes away from their off-key singing, love.” He chuckled, but the smile fell from his face the moment he saw you weren’t sharing his same sentiment. “Look, I just wanted to talk to you-”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Simon.” You cut him off, huffing through your nose. “And I’m sure it’s nothing worth interrupting my work for. Christmas’ spirits are not in your favour, I fear.” That’s all you said before turning on your heel and leaving. You had been broken up for five months already, you had no idea what else he would want from you, and why he seemed to care so much now after putting in no effort in your relationship for three years.

After the recital, you stayed back until all kids had left with their parents, hugging them goodbye. There was still one car left in the lot, though. Simon’s black Mercedes contrasted with the snowy street, flakes starting to fall onto your coat and seeping through the thick wool. He stopped right beside you, the window rolled down.

“Even if you don’t want to talk to me, I’m not letting you walk home alone in this cold, plus it’s starting to snow heavily.” He simply said.