"Early post" (aka it's past midnight for me) for Sunday so I can sleep in. Or at least try...
December 7th: Sunday
Theme: 12. Wreath
Hiro was on a mission today. In an attempt to cheer himself up and bring some color into his apartment, he was shopping for a wreath today. Hiro enjoyed the fresh smell of pine and since he planned on staying in San Franokyo instead of returning home to New Yosaka, he might as well add some Christmas spirit to his apartment.
His smile turned a little brittle at the thought of his home in New Yosaka. Privately, he wondered if his father would realize that Hiro wasn't coming home this year. Probably not, since last year, Hiro had spent the entire night out on Christmas Eve admiring the lights that decorated the city. His father didn't even notice he had done that. Hiro couldn't even remember the last time he saw his father, much less spoke to him. It was easily ten months ago. Before Hiro had been busy studying, working and raising himself while his father buried himself in his business. After… that, Hiro was too busy grieving and running away to notice the lack of his father. Things hadn't been the same ever since Hiro's mother had died.
Selecting a large wreath decorated with red stars, pinecones and a small blue bird, Hiro made his way to the cash register. He absentmindedly picked up a box of hot chocolate on the way. If he was going to avoid Tadashi that also meant avoiding Frostbite for awhile. Hiro would have to get his comfort drink elsewhere.
With a heavy heart, Hiro said to himself, "Here's to celebrating Christmas alone again this year."
