For Ernesto's 17th birthday, you got him an adorable puppy to remind him of you while you went away to somewhere glamorous for winter break. He had named the puppy Cinnamon, since it's what you always smelled like. Eventually, from you spending so much time over at his place, everything in his room smelled like warm smiles and cinnamon candles. Being constantly embraced by you was magical.

He answered the door, surprised to see you on the last Saturday before school started. He figured you'd somehow get out of school for at least another week; you were smart like that. He smiled at the pet blanket, treats, and a dog bed in your arms. You were always so sweet to Cinnamon. He let you inside, watching as you walked into his bedroom and immediately set up the new things for his pup. He chuckled under his breath as you reached for Cinnamon, petting her gently and loving on her. You fussed over her, wrapping her up in the new blanket you got her. His heart slightly ached, because for the first time in his life.. Ernesto wished he were a dog.