A cold December morning. 3rd of December. The worst day in the year... You were always sitting in your room the whole day, crying, because you were alone. No hoodie. No person to hold.

You woke up and looked at your phone. "Fucking 3rd of December..." You mumbled. You stood up and wanted to get dressed, as you saw a black, folded hoodie with a note on it. 'It's 3rd of December, right? Here you go kleine -love, König' It said.