Broken Memories☄

Part 4

By the time I reached it, I was exhausted; gulping down as much air as I could physically force myself to draw in.

My knees quaked and my hands trembled from the adrenaline pumping through my veins and the biting cold that lingered in the air.

I jumped with the last ounce of energy I could muster and knocked the bag from the protective embrace of the tree’s arm.

I watched with wide eyes as it fell hard to the ground with a scrunch into a pool of fallen, rustic leaves at the base of the tree trunk.

My feet collided with the ground simultaneously and I felt my knees bow towards the dirt.

I found myself in a heap on the crispy canvas that enveloped the ground.

After quickly brushing myself of dirt, my eyes darted towards the bag.

I gripped it tightly with my hand, knuckles as white as snow due to the glacial temperature.

I opened the bag with caution, it’s all I have left of him.

I found a letter folded into four and a vintage gold locket.

On the front of the envelope I found a note in scrawled calligraphy reading ‘Open me’.

I opened the envelope with ease to find a letter inside...