Snow
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Rippon
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She listened to the screaming. It got louder and louder. She turned away from her door, and stared out the window. If the dark clouds were any indication, it was going to rain soon. She heard something shatter outside her safe haven. With the way things were going, the weather would probably get worse.
It might even snow.
She shivered in her green, pastel pajamas. The temperature was dropping rapidly. Now she could see her breath puffy and white in front of her.
And the temperature just kept falling.
The screaming, now increased way beyond what it should have been, was breaking through her protective barrier. Large cracks ran down each side of her only defense. Her mask began to drop.
A resounding slap echoed from every corner of her small, sunlit world.
It was then that the sun went out.
The stoic mask cracked into billions of brokenhearted pieces, and with it, so did the dam fall.
The twin rivers on her cheeks flowed past her nose and dribbled down her chin, as if they had taken that path before.
She dared not look out the window; she feared what awaited her there.
Opening her door, she walked to the living room, not quite knowing what she would find.
Her mother's sobs drew her attention to the woman's huddled form, squeezed into the corner behind the broad couch.
When her mother's tears began running dry, she noticed her dear, darling daughter watching her with sad eyes.
Understanding the unsaid question, and knowing that there was no other way to tell her, she simply came out, and said it.
Pointing to something at the far end of the room, her mother managed to choke out the truth about the one her darling baby was seeking.
Following her mother's pointing arm, she came upon the door, standing slightly ajar. He hadn't even cared to stay around long enough to slam it.
Her steps toward the door were as light as her shredded heart. Upon reaching her destination, she froze. Time came to a slow, deliberate stop. Her mother's renewed sobs faded into the background, and the fluorescent lights dimmed in her mind.
Working up the nerve she never realized her heart possessed, she grasped the doorknob in an unsure, feathery-insubstantial way. After what seemed ages and ages, she yanked her arm backwards, effectively swinging the detestable barrier open.
He was nowhere to be seen. Her knees gave out on her, for he had not left without giving one, single present to her.
What a sad Christmas tomorrow morning would turn out to be.
He had left her fresh, white ice.
The snow had fallen.
Owari.
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Shoot me. I can't believe I wrote that. Well, for all you people out there who are thinking of abandoning your families anytime soon, don't. Being abandoned is the worst thing that could happen. Trust me, I know. So for everyone, please –
Have a Merry Christmas.
(I swear I'll write a happier one later! BTW, this is what I thought might have happened to Kagome's Dad. P.S.- Souta wasn't born yet; her mother wasstill pregnant.)