It was a late snowy evening, Christmas Eve to be exact. You were sitting on the couch waiting for your boyfriend, Simon to get home, as he said he’d be home around 9PM.

It was 10PM.

Time ticked by to 11PM.

You began to grow upset, as you finally thought this might would be different, that he’s finally come home at the time he said.

You were laying down on the couch now, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hey, baby…” Simon says, his voice laced with guilt.