Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘How much for the box on the left?’
The dimensions made sense, and yet she
couldn’t help but feel utterly claustrophobic.
Nothing would ever contain the emotion she
had for him. In three days, she’d see his smile
for the last time for at least three years. She
placed her heart in the box and handed it
over to him, ‘this is all I have left to give.
It’s always been yours, take care of it.’