A/N: One more after this.
I'd thought she was upset that I'd kept the glove, and I instantly began to regret ever keeping it. I began to try to explain myself, she was so much more important than a sentiment. I began to tell her that the box was otherwise full of things that reminded me of her.
"Only you," I promised. "From now on it will only hold things from you."
She smiled, and I was quite confused for a moment, until with a shaky voice she asked, "Well why would you throw the glove away then?"
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Suicide Box
RomanceThis is the story of a box and its contents, and the love that saved a life.
