The box. the door. the crumbling brick. It begged me to enter. I slowly walked up to the door, listening to my own footsteps. I looked up at the crumbling bricks and box once more. I turned the knob to open the door. The room was dark, very eerie, might I add. My vision focused once I walked inside. The light from the open door gave off some light, just enough for me to see the note on the cherry wood coffee table. I read the note out loud to myself. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
I looked around for the first time and saw how empty and lifeless it looked. She was really gone. The furniture was in plastic, the floor was cleaner then I have ever seen it, there were no pictures hung up, and there in the corner of my eye were boxes labeled Donation and Her. I walked over to them and opened the first box on top. There in the box labeled donation were my clothes, the clothes she used to wear. My breathing was ragged. I tried to stop myself from crying, but how could I? The last box was the one labeled him. Should I look? can I even do it? I finally opened the box. On the top were pictures of us. oh, how happy we looked. I only wish it stayed that way. I kept skimming throughout the box until I found a small back box. I opened the box. It was the engagement ring I gave her.
