It's a cold December day. The 3rd of December. This special day to give someone your sweater, was always sad and depressing for you. You were always alone and had noone to give you their sweater...

You woke up, looked at your phone, and started to cry.

"Fucking 3rd of December.." you mumbled. As you stood up to get dressed, you saw a folded black hoodie, with a note on it.

'its 3rd of December isn't it? I love you sugar -ghost' It said.