❝𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔❞
the most wonderful time of the year had never really felt that way at all for sirius black, because after all, what was christmas without family? then again, family comes in all shapes and s...
NINETEEN-EIGHTY-TWO she wasn't sad anymore she was numb and she knew somehow numb was worse
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THE table was set for two that year. It seemed impossibly large compared to years before, where the room was filled with joy and laughter and seats were packed tightly around the table with friends and family. This time, it was just Callie and Remus, barely a smile on their lips as they ate a melancholy meal for two.
Callie had grown to despise Christmas. What was the point if she couldn't spend it surrounded by her loved ones? She'd visited Sirius a number of times, but the manic sadness that pooled within his eyes displayed a feeling she'd never seen him express before. It scared her, and her visits became more infrequent so as to keep her jovial memories fresher, untainted by pain.
They'd bought the smallest turkey they could find, but even still they barely picked at it; neither had a particularly full appetite these days, too depressed to find joy in food like they used to. Their plates lay almost empty as soft Christmas jazz played in the background, the only sound in the room other than the occasional scraping of cutlery on china dishes.
They wanted to talk to each other, mourn their incomprehensible losses together, but it was too painful. Even the mention of their friends, long gone now, would bring tears to their eyes, and they found it difficult to stay positive in a world that had become bleak. One day things would look up, they were sure of it, but for now the wound was still too fresh, and so they stayed content in a bitter silence that enveloped the room.
They'd exchanged gifts, but both could tell it was a half-hearted attempt to bring enthusiasm back to the day they had so loved before. Callie no longer found herself excited for the season, and Remus wished it would end faster. The constant emphasis on family and friends in the commercials and advertisements was like a stab in the gut, a excruciating reminder that their own family was gone.
They sat together in the flat, sipping on muggle alcohol and staring at the flickering fire to numb the pain, willing any feeling to go away for a while so they could sit at peace. When the inevitable tears came to her eyes, she swiped furiously at her cheeks to hide them, and Remus wrapped an arm around her shoulders, letting out a sigh of despair as he understood the torment playing on her mind.
They stayed like that for hours, until Christmas was long gone and dark evening skies blossomed into early morning sunrises. They couldn't even find beauty in that, though.
Christmas was not the same now, and never would be again. Before, it was a happy occasion, filled with delight and giving and utterly heart-warming festivity. Now, Callie and Remus felt destined to a lifetime of darkness in relation to the holidays, which had become entirely unenjoyable, and rather a reminder of the evil that attacked their world.
Christmas was over, and neither of the pair could muster any enthusiasm to care.
