A pile of presents lie haphazardly under a Christmas tree, some dusty with the wrapping slightly torn and yellowed, others new.
You broke my heart ;^;

This was a fantastic story! :D I loved the depth you gave Red. I haven't read a lot of stories about him (surprisingly :o), although it seems like most people depict him as this enigmatic super-entity on par only to Chuck Norris (okay, I'm exaggerating xD). But really, this made him feel like more of a real person to me, and I particularly like how you had his self-induced exile to Mt Silver be driven more by bitterness then anything else. Not only is he human, but he's a hurt teenage boy who just needs hugs.

Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go cry over there in the corner. :3