You were sitting at the dinner table, sipping some hot cocoa you had made for you and Scara. The weather was dreadful during Christmas, which meant more matters to deal with at Scara's line of work.

Behind the Christmas tree was a picture frame, a picture of you and Scara from last year's Christmas. It made you smile bitterly, remembering the days you had both often went out for occasions such as these.

Though you had asked him multiple times I'd you can both go somewhere, he had always refused one reason; he was busy. That was what he claimed, it couldn't help but make you feel upset.

A tradition the both of you made was now broken.