So This is Christmas || Fontaine Residence

The box sat to the side of the darkened room, taunting the girl who refused to look at it. The house was empty, but what else was new?

Alone.

This was what she had wanted wasn't it? Rousseau had disappered to one place or another, abandoning her for happier companions, her mother - god love her - had been floating around with her latest fling or companion or whatever, and her grandmother....

Ninette didn't bother thinking about her grandmother. If she didn't think about it, she could pretend it wasn't happy.

Funny how things changed so much in a year. At this very time last here her mother had been inviting the whole word for a party.

And this year Ninette had exactly waht she ahd thought she always wanted.

To be on her own.

Hadn't that been what she'd always said? She'd be better off on her own.

Well, now she got it.

Funny... it hurt more than she thought it would.

Glaring the girl kicked the box of decorations, a sharp shatter coming from within.

Something broke. More than just the decoration.

Though the girl staring blankly at the ground refused to admit it.

"Merry freaking Christmas to me."