It was almost Christmas, the air smelt of gingerbread and mistletoe. Everyone in the hostel moved around excitedly as they packed their bags, hugged they're friends goodbye before they all departed for the Christmas break. They chatted animatedly about their winter break plans.
My roommate Seth, had left the day before. He'd been bragging all week of the ski resort his family was going to. I was happy for him, mostly because it meant I got a two weeks' break from him and his snoring.
As for myself, I sat on my bed, my legs stretched out, my back pressed against the wall and a book in my hands. I wouldn't be going home. I hadn't been home in five years. I had long gotten used to spending Christmas alone.
"Knock, knock," Jack spoke as he knocked on the wooden door. A smile creeped onto my face as I hopped off my bed, coming to the door.