It was Christmas Eve, and I seemed to be caught in the last minute shopping again – I seemed to forget every year. Nevermind that. I'm getting something special for him anyway.

The road outside was filled with snow, as snow flakes keep falling from the night sky, I breathe, only to see the air that I exhaled.

"He'll like this, I'm sure he will –" I walked towards my car and suddenly I thought. "– what if he doesn't?" I started to panic.

I ran towards the shopping mall again, unlucky, only to find it already closed. I thought for a while. I couldn't think of anything, 'it's the cold' I thought, it distracts me so I walked towards my car for what seemed like forever. I sat on the driver's seat and I can't help but to feel guilty, "Bloody hell."

I always keep forgetting.

I was driving home and thought maybe I could make something for him. I sent him a message and there is no reply. It's already 8 pm. I tried to call him but no reply.

He has changed a lot. Bloody Alfred and his bloody independence.

I tried to call him once again and finally got a reply.

"Talk to me."

"Look, Al – "

"You forgot again didn't you? You always forget. Don't call me again, please."

Damn. I really missed the times when he called me Big Brother. He enjoyed those flavoured biscuits I used to purchase in the local bakery. He was happy. We were happy. Dammit. My head hurts. He used to be so concerned towards me when I get sick. He loved me a lot. I… I miss him so much.

It started to fall snow again. I wrap myself in my scarf. The very same scarf we knitted together back then.

I miss him so much. I want him back. I… I love him.

I reached my home and as I entered, I came to find nothing but the biitersweet memories that lie across the hallway. I entered my room, closed all the lights and fell in deep slumber.

There was nothing to wait for Christmas anyway. My friends aren't here to celebrate – including Alfred. My Alfred.

I open my eyes. 9 AM, the clock said. I woke up grumpily and everything in the house was suddenly the cause of my irritation. 'I just woke up in the wrong side of the bed.' I thought.

I had tea with myself this year. Shared no gifts with no one.

It's noon. No sign of Alfred anywhere. Maybe I should visit him. Sure, I'll do that.

Before going to his residence, I stopped at his favourite fast food chain. Purchased something and left.

I reached his house, afraid and nervous, I walked towards the door and rang the doorbell.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

Dammit, no one is answering. I turned around and saw Alfred – standing there and staring at me. There are tears in his eyes. I walked towards him and wiped his face with y handkerchief.

"I… I don't want you to forget anymore!"

"A-Alfred! I'm so glad you didn't stay mad at me!"

"How could I? I'm so sorry Arthur. Please forgive me."

I smiled, in both surprise and happiness. I hugged him as hard as I can and whispered to his ear; "I love how Christmas changed."

THE END LOL