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Felicity touched the sides of the chest lovingly. She had been clearing up the storeroom of all its dust, dirt and all the year’s worth of unwanted junk. This chest had been tucked away at the unseen corner for years on end, and Felicity could hardly remember what had happened.
She wished.
The memories it brought were still lingering as though they were less than a day fresh, although they had been around for more than five years. These haunting memories, they will never to let her go. Never able to forgive herself of her nonexistent guilt, never able to step out of the dark shadow it cast on her.
Felicity started sobbing, and her fingers ran through the treasure chest, hard and painful. Every teddy bear carving on it seemed to be poking her fingers with their spiky fur, daggers driving through them.
The ironic the name held, a treasure chest. Five years ago it held all the most precious items she ever possessed, until one day she lost them all, along with her optimism and soul.
With all the courage her tiny little heart had left, she opened the treasure chest. She could barely look into it without closing her eyes.
Her tears stopped running.
Rage was running through her mind instead.
It had never been her fault. Never. He had brought it onto him. He was the one who went away with that slut. He was the one who betrayed her of all her trust, and took away her innocence.
Yes.
It had never been her fault.
She pulled out the knife she had so carefully put into the chest.
She no longer felt guilt.
She no longer felt sad.
She only felt anger.
Once again, she did what she did five years ago, so painstakingly.
She stabbed and she stabbed and she stabbed.
“Bye bye,” she whispered. And smiled.
She closed the chest once again and pushed it off into the corner.