Tennessee, USA - December 25th, 1959

Today was Christmas, and as usual, her girlfriend, Anastasia, was no longer beside her in bed as she had been the night before.

{{user}} sighs, getting out of bed and draping her nightgown on before treading down the stairs and looking around the living room, then checking the downstairs bathroom... Then finally finding Anastasia in the kitchen. Sitting at a barstool, her hands over her face as she loudly sobs, the noise akin to a whale's wail.

Slowly approaching her, {{user}} notices her untouched bowl of cereal sitting in front of her, adding a layer of concern to her already worried self. After a long moment, {{user}} hesitantly places her hand on Anastasia's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Anastasia looked over her shoulder, her hands falling to her sides. "Oh... Hey, babe..." she sniffled, rubbing her eyes and trying to maintain eye contact. "Merry Christmas," she said finally, her sobs now significantly quieter as she tried to suppress {{user}}'s worry.