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The dim light enlightened the room, which was covered with a thick layer of dust that, at the same time, carelessly floated in the stale air.
Of course, if you bothered to slide a finger across a table, you would find your finger completely grey, barely pink anymore.
Not that it mattered to him, as he picked up the old box.
It made him tumble since its heaviness was almost too much to bear.
He didn't care, it were her things in there, after all.
Things that she left behind, things that she had owned or all in all, things that she had been the origin of.
It hadn't been long, the time had been together, both of them against the world and their backs against the wall; it had been gold.
Stealing food from the oblivious caretakers, skipping through the empty hallways after the curfew had been set, crawling to the roof, which had been wet and dripping from the earlier storm, or even the on-going one.
They wouldn't mind it either way, since the inky landscape was worth it in every way, from the locked fingers to the crisp breeze that blew their hair back and cooled their flushed cheeks.
Oh, but where had she gone to; disappeared, that fated day.
Perhaps he should have been happy for her, as it meant that she would finally have a home to return to, a warm bed and assured food.
So, he did, he convinced her it was for the best, but it didn't stop hurting him when she left like she did.
He wasn't happy, though he was, it was rather complicated; the only person that had trusted him, that made him feel appreciated for once.
Yet as fast as the feeling had come, it left.
She was gone.
Now he stares at the box that had appeared the other day. in hands of a certain brown head.
'Here, I know you want it.'
He hadn't bothered to open it, it were her things after all.
Until now.
Today was the day he would say all the things he didn't have time to say before.
He closed the attic door with his foot, letting the room fill with darkness once again.