With My Ending You Began

SYNOPSIS
She put her teacup down quietly, the china clattering against other china and the table that was decorated with fine white lace. The sound of the china reminded her of the bells that hung on the reindeer's reigns she and Nicholas would poke at for fun. The way those bells jingled so cheerfully reminded her of the way they would both laugh and talk. And even sometimes the warm side of the teacup would remind her of how they whispered things that were never really relevant, just sweet sayings that they both never really meant. They'd never really meant it until they were broken just enough.