I touch the golden box with one hand
and cover my tearing eyes with the other. Alone. All alone, with no
comfort food to bury my sorrow in. What am I to do now? How am I to go
on now? I could easily replace what is lost but why should I have too?
“I know it’s hard and complicated but it’s not the end of the world.” stated Rebekka.
“Shut the hell up, you don’t understand!” I snapped back.
Rebekka sighed and rolled her eyes.
“He actually did it this time! He actually did it!” I said with a shaking voice.
“I see that.” Rebekka replied as she rested her hand on the rectangle box.
Sobs began to escape me uncontrollably as she placed another hand on my shoulder.
“We will fix this. You will be fine.” she whispered in my ear.