All I Want for Christmas is You

•Y/N: Your Name

Your POV:

"Y/N, wake up. I made breakfast," a soft, cheery voice whispers into my ear, causing me to moan in defiance, since I was in the middle of a good sleep. Regardless, I obey the man's request and open my eyes with the scent of something sweet drifting into my nose. I find Chris sitting in front of me with his signature smile gracing his pink lips and lower my gaze on the plate of stacked, fluffy pancakes topped with whipped cream and heavily doused in maple syrup held in his hands. The sight brings a smile to my own face. Looking to the left a bit, I spot another plate of pancakes, which, I assume, belong to him. I push myself up and rub the sleep out of my eyes as the white comforter falls onto my outstretched legs.

"Morning," I mutter before taking the plate from his hand and say a small thank you as I pick up the fork provided. My eyes nearly widen when I recall what day it is, and I quickly add, "Happy Christmas, Chris." I can see the spirit bubble with joy as his excited grin grows larger, sending my heart aflutter as I take a bite of my food. His face had even tinted a light pink that made his faint freckles look more prominent, and, admittedly, it was adorable.

"Happy Christmas, Y/N! Wanna open our presents after breakfast?" Seeing as he could hardly sit still at the thought of opening our gifts, I nod my head while continuing to eat. His cooking is absolutely delicious even though most of the things he makes consist of sugar. I swear, I'll get too fat to move if he keeps this up.

"Sure. I can't wait for you to open yours," I mention, knowing it'd add to his excitement. He could hardly sleep last night trying to guess what I had gotten him. I'm most definitely sure he'll love it.

"Oh, and, after that, maybe we could-" he stops abruptly and flinches, though I'm not sure from what. His smile quickly falls as the light in his eyes grow dim, filling me with concern.

"Chris, you okay?" He shakes his head as if to snap out of it and forces a smile upon his lips.

"Oh, yeah. Never mind. I forgot what I was about to say," he says quickly, causing me to furrow my brows.

'What was that about? It's Christmas. Shouldn't he be happy?' I get no further explanation as he stuffs his face while keeping his eyes away from me. It was odd and out of character, so, obviously, I worried. Seems I'll have to ask upfront about it.

"Is something wrong?" His eyes land on mine as his head snaps up before frantically shaking back and forth, causing his messy hair to sway.

"Oh, no, I'm fine. It's just..." He sighs and bites the inside of his cheek while thinking of a way to word what he's about to say. "Every Christmas, there are people who lose spirit. I can feel that, and I'm just now getting a few of the effects." He forces out a chuckle to disguise his sorrow, but I can see right through it.

'He's in pain, isn't he?'

"Is it bad?" I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't mention this earlier. Whatever is happening, it's dampening his mood when he should be happy. He's been looking forward to today all month— probably all year! He shouldn't be sad. Chris gives a light, airy chuckle.

"Oh, don't worry about it. After all, it's Christmas! J-Just be... be... hap-" his voice lowers in volume as his eyes grow dim before rolling to the back of his head. His body collapses to the side, and his fork and plate slip out of his grasp.

"Chris!?" I get up quickly, setting my plate to the side and grab his face. He had become unconscious, so, to wake him up, I gently tap my fingers against his pale cheek a few times as tears come to my eyes.