[Christmas morning is exceptionally still. People are finding ways to spend the day with their families - real, found, or otherwise. Troubled by the events of the past week, Satsuki's put off her wrapping for too long. Everything she's wrapped has been handled with the intensity of a desperate but meticulous parent, fervent but somehow perfectly creased. Sitting in the back corner of the pile of doorstep-presents reserved for Tsumugu (everyone can tell it's his pile, objectively, probably because underpants are involved somewhere)...
Is absolutely nothing. A hollow wind whistles in the empty space a present could occupy. The cold winter snows blow by and accumulate and blow away again, never quite filling up the space, never quite covering up the absence.
mail, the 25th
Is absolutely nothing. A hollow wind whistles in the empty space a present could occupy. The cold winter snows blow by and accumulate and blow away again, never quite filling up the space, never quite covering up the absence.
ENORMOUS SNUB.]