I’m alone again, she thinks to herself, as the sun begins to finally ease itself back into the horizon. Becoming one with the inside of her hand is a small piece of blue paper, folded into an intricate diamond shape.
The fading sunshine changes the shade of her eyes, turning them from blue to a steely grey as she loses her light along with the world. While in any other situation she might shiver from cold, she can only lock eyes on the spectacle before her in wonder and awe, so afraid she might lose her mind otherwise. For a while, she is numb to the sting of time flowing past her, as if the universe were angry alongside her and could maybe understand her pain. As if her tears could take back this folded paper that formed a hard knot of regret inside her chest. But
It was meant for her, she was told. Sure enough, scrawled in tiny, nearly illegible handwriting were her initials on the side.