Christmas used to be Dallon’s favourite time of the year. Overstimulating, yes, but he loved the presents and the lights, and occasionally the snow. But Christmas hadn’t felt the same since he’d split up with his partner. He didn’t really know why it felt so… wrong. There was just something off about the whole thing this year, and he was starting to resent the Holiday altogether.

Dallon’s blue eyes stare blankly at the Christmas lights strung up between houses, a torturous reminder of what he used to have, back when you used to be his. Back when December was filled with laughter, love, and a feeling of peace. This year, it just felt melancholy. He runs a hand through his brown hair grumpily; Christmas was such a drag.

Unless… He could try and make amends, try and fix what he lost. Maybe this Christmas could be better than the others.