"Alex," she says his name softly as she closed her eyes and laid back in bed, pulling the covers up, as if trying to hide from the world. Nothing's quite the same now. Izzie was no longer the happy person she once was. No matter how hard she tried not to think of him, he occupied her thoughts and she had no control of it.

Like a little girl, she had actually been counting the days until they would be together, alone to celebrate christmas. Only this holiday season didn't seem to matter to her anymore. She won't shed any tears for him, she told herself. He most certainly was not worth it, but she felt a lone tear escape her eye, as it slowly slid down her face. Quickly she wiped it away.

Alex stood leaning against his kitchen counter slowly taking a sip of his coffee. He had such great plans for the both of them. There is a Santa, he told himself when he checked their work schedule and found they were both off on christmas eve. He had planned a romantic setting for that night. A candlelight dinner, exchanging gifts under the tree and a cozy fireplace where they would snuggle up with each other to end the perfect night was on his itinerary. She was the best person to have entered his life.

All Alex wanted for christmas was Izzie, nothing more. To have her walk into the room would just bring a smile to his face. Well, it wasn't going to happen. He ruined christmas for the both of them, all because he was busy with someone else jingling his bells, while he was decking her hall.