People outside. Friends, families, probably even lovers. Alone, walking by heading to heaven. Not caring about the vicinty, keeping focused on the goal - home. Taking it easy, up the stairs, inhaling-exhaling: breathing.
Keys fumble among tired fingers. Hands turn to unlock the last barricade:
Heaven at last!
...Until something, that has been pushed far away to a place of non-existence in mind, appears. In a small package and letter it lays on wooden floor. Something of sentimental value, something of good will, something suppressed.
The package: a necklace with matching earrings, both an adolescent design. Disgusting yet immediately a sentimental value. Unable to throw it away or even give it away, it stays in its package to be hidden.
The letter, short and concise, reads a message. The words, not meaning what they say, leaves a code to decipher. Awakening a mixed emotion, the one thing you want to do and in these moments can do - you can't...
