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William sat in his living room, alone. It was strange. He had spent the past three Christmases alone and it had not bothered him in the least. But this year was going to be different. He had bought presents and everything. Destiny had decorated the house (with Adam's aid, but that was something he didn't want to think on). But here it was, December 25th, and he was alone again.
He had not heard from Destiny since she had angrily stormed out, and while he looked for her each night while on patrol, he thought it best to let her be. She would come back when she decided. And Emmeline was probably spending the holidays with someone. And his other friends were probably as well. And Jordan... Jordan was still missing. But since it was Christmas, she might be with her family, since she was so close to them. She was probably called back to her office in New York and then went to see her family. The more he thought it, the closer he came to believeing it.
The more he looked at the decorations, the more depressed he got. He hadn't been really depressed in a long time. Just empty, more or less. And now that he had made connections with people, he was feeling all the negative things that came with them. He needed to do something. He gathered all the boxes and began undecorating the inside of the house. he boxed up the ornaments, took down the tree, and put all of the presents Destiny had bought and put them in her room. When she comes back, she'll want to give them to who they're for.
With the house in its normal state again, he went and began changing things around. He went into the spare bedroom and tidied it up. Adam had few possessions, so the few he had bought in his brief time there were fit into a small box, and placed in his own closet. When Destiny was ready, he'd give them to her. He could think of no one who would stay with them who wouldn't understand his living, so he moved his books back into the room as well, and it was his study again, as if he'd never left it.
That finished he went back downstairs and sat on the couch. He'd been reading all day, little bits of this and that, and so now he popped on the television. Christmas specials and American football was all that was on. Neither were things he was particularly in the mood for. Even the history was just a special on the life of Jesus repeated ad infinitum. Eventually he settled on an old movie, the one with Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye, White Christmas. As Crosby and Rosemary Clooney began singing "Count My Blessings," a single tear tracked down his cheek. He wiped it away and went back to just watching the movie.
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