Everything was great. Your siblings were playing with their new gifts, the adults were sitting in the dining room talking. But something was missing.

You stared at the unopened gift under the tree, the one you've kept there for the past four Christmases. You were about to give up and storm back to your room when there was a knock on the door.

Rushing to open it, you flung the door open and was greeted by your childhood friend. The one you haven't seen in years. It was Shiloh. “Hey, {{user}}”