Chapter 44: Her Room Still Smelled Like Vanilla and Rain
He visited her house.
Her mother let him in.
Didn't speak much.Just gestured toward her room.
It hadn't been touched.
Her bed still messy.Sketches still on the desk.The train ticket to nowhere still pinned to the corkboard.
He sat on the floor.
Ran his hand over the carpet where she once drew barefoot.
Whispered:
"If you haunt me, do it gently."
Before he left, her mother gave him something.
A sealed envelope.
Written on the front:"For when you can't hold on anymore."
He didn't open it.
Not yet.