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Nick sighed, stalling his packing as he split his belongings between keep, toss, and give-away. Each time he moved he was confronted by his past again.
That small folded crane hit him like a spike in his chest. For the sake of his heart he thought he should toss it but try as he might he just couldn't.
Maybe his heart hadn't caught up to his head. Some day seeing it wouldn't hurt him.
For now though he carefully packed it away, smoothing the creased wings with soft fingertips that remembered in a way he wasn't yet ready to confront