Yellow Sand (Patreon)

“Where is it where is it!”

“It has to be here somewhere,” I said to myself as I searched through all of the closed boxes in the room.

I had been looking for hours and days through these boxes hoping that I would find something, anything. I had to hold onto the hope that he left something behind. Anything to explain why he what he did.

No one else cared. It didn’t matter to them if he left anything behind, but for me it did. They might be able to see him through their memories, but I can’t. Even now I can feel my memories slipping away, bit by bit.

If there was nothing of his here then I would just have to try elsewhere. I had to keep trying. No matter what I had to try, or else I will be overcome in melancholy and forget him.

I will not forget him. No matter the cost I will remember his sacrifice!