As the sun went down, poppy sat in his room.
Janice and Percy were playing games by the fire, drinking hot coco as their giggles filled the room, Janice forgetting about the traumatizing moment.
A loud crash came from poppys room.
Percy jumped and looked towards the room, "ill be right back..." he stood and walked to poppy.
Poppy had a large box of picture frames with old dusty pictures inside.
He pulled out one of him and Milo when they were much younger, and next pulled out a picture Milo had drawn for him as a child. He began crying and held them close.
Percy sat beside him and looked at the pictures. "Poppy, I... I'm so sorry...."
"I'll be okay, Percival..."
Janice's mind wondered, she remembered the body. She gasped and covered her mouth, no wonder poppy hadn't come out his room. She figured he hadn't seen the body yet, so she made sure to hold back her tears.
She picked up a doll that was still in the box, only a simple green ribbon tied to it. She had seen the doll opening presents, but she didn't see who it was from. She glanced over the tag "Merry Christmas, Janice. ~Milo"
Milo had gotten her a doll without poppys help or anything before he had passed away. She held the box close and cried herself to sleep.
