Christmas felt odd this year. Spencer is away on a special case, unlike his usual work. He left around a month ago. The 20th of November to be exact. You only knew the exact date because the next night you decorated the house, since it felt more comforting than a lonely, dark house.

Spencer called every night without fail. Even from states away he was loyal. It wasn't the same virtually showing him around the house, to all the decorations. You sat every single night on your window ledge, watching the careful snow fall. It was bittersweet seeing families and couples walking around the streets, throwing snowballs, pointing our lights. Every street was filled in happy sounds, an exciting contrast to your silent home.

He should be there with you. Not away in a hotel room miles away. You remembered last year with Spencer, walking in the snow with him, admiring neighbourhoods full of decorations, decorating everywhere with him. Every night you told him he needed to come home, how badly you missed him. He told you the exact same, but it was work. Fair was fair.

Spencer was trying his hardest to get away for a week or so to get back to you. Just for Christmas. It took a lot of persuading his current coworkers, but eventually they begrudgingly told him he could have until new years. But you had no idea that he had a plane ticket back.