You would open the package that had arrived for you when you were out hiking.
You would feel your heart crack when you saw what was inside.
You would feel your heart shatter into a million pieces as you continued to stare at the objects within.
And as the tears ran down your cheeks, those pieces would turn to dust.
And when you went upstairs to your bed, the dust would be lost to the wind.
And when there was nothing left...
...you would cry yourself to sleep.
đź’”
- Jaclyn