Just a small one shot that popped into my head one day. Hope you guys like it.
-Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing BVB
"Merry Christmas, Andy." I whisper brokenly, staring at the picture in front of me. It was all I had of you. You were on tour. You weren't going to be home for Christmas. As usual. You were always on tour. You were always gone.
I didn't resent you for it, but sometimes, I wished things would be different. You missed my birthday. You sent me chocolate kisses.
You missed Valentine's Day. You sent me a web cam so we could web chat. And now you're missing Christmas.
As I sit here and stare, my heart is breaking. You didn't send anything this year. You told me that you would send me something. That it would be here by today.
The doorbell rings. I stand up and walk to it, hoping that it's my package. When the door finally swings open, you stand there. Your arms are open in a waiting embrace. I run to you.
"You didn't think I was going to miss Christmas, did you?" You ask. I laugh through my tears of joy.
"Merry Christmas, Andy."