And... done.
The last word was finally done.
Years and years led up to this. From the first Christmas to this one, he's been working on this story. There were a few stories in between, but whenever Christmas poked back around, this story was his focus.
This was his life's - well, afterlife's work and he was done.
Nearly breaking his bones, tearing out his hair (which always seemed to fix itself back up), ripping apart his lesser and twice written stories - it was all for this manuscript.
He could barely remember how he started.
Not even five minutes later and it was all gone.
Every hard earned word, gone. Each beautiful line that been thought out painfully, gone.
He nearly exploded, boiled right over - but then, then, something happened.
He laughed.
He laughed and laughed and laughed until he felt that he would burst.
All of his work gone - but, maybe -
It was okay.
It wasn't like he'd liked his earlier work anyways.
A/N: What? Well, this has been an hour length episode condensed to a short drabble with no lesson learned; well, by Danny at least.