A/N: Aww... My life's so busy, sorry for the short update.
December 17th
Ribbons
Ever since Jack had risen from the lake, he'd loved to find things. It was just in his nature to be curious, and the little items he found would often make a lonely night a story night. He'd make up stories for everything he found, whether or not he kept it.
There were little acorns that had survived their treacherous trip to the ground, pebbles that had come all the way across the sea with an immigrant, and leaves that were secret spies for the Fall spirit. That was just the nature stuff.
Toys left in the snow that had been so lonely until Jack had rescued them, wrappers from candy produced in a far, far away land, and the ribbons.
There always seemed to be one somewhere, and though Jack would never admit it, it was his favorite thing to collect. It seemed so girly, but since he kept it to himself, it didn't matter.
There was the red one with frayed ends that had been gifted to a lovely woman from a long-lost lover.
The small blue one with sharks on it that had been a baby's first bracelet.
Yellow, purple, and another red had been found together, and were from a bouquet of flowers thrown from a bride's hands.
A tiny pink one, glued onto a secret detective's journal to make it look unsuspicious.
Of course, all of these were just ideas in the spirit's brain.
He loved the day after Christmas, because so many people threw out the decorative ribbons on gifts.
Each had it's own story, and he hid them in a tiny cave near his lake.
It was just a habit, but somehow it evolved into a coping method.
He survived day to day, alone, saddened.
But he had his ribbons.