You’re not sure why you took the box home with you, you hadn’t even realised that you had until you got home and settled in your room. You had seen it sitting there, and had only picked it up to curiously inspect the engravings on the side, but with all the chaos and fear that happened directly afterwards, you didn’t even notice that you ended up keeping a fierce grip on the box, even as you and your friends frantically fled the abandoned building.
Unable to fight your curiosity now that you are alone, you fiddle with the box for a while until you finally manage to open it up. The sight of the shrivelled up heart inside it, has you nearly dropping it as horror flares in your mind, though you catch it at the last second. Swallowing thickly as you stare at the dusty mummified organ, you find yourself sincerely hoping that it’s not a human heart that you’re looking at, though you’re quick to push the thought away, not really wanting the answer.
Looking towards your window, you grimace and stand up, walking towards it with the intent of dropping it into the dumpster far down below, not wanting it in your presence any longer than necessary. You manage to get about two steps from the window before a blind panic overtakes you, making you scramble back desperately.
It takes a few moments for your thoughts to calm, but as they do, you realise that you’ve pressed yourself into the other end of the room, box cradled to your chest tenderly and protectively as if it were a child, a fierce attachment flaring within you. Part of you knows that none of this is normal, a pool of dread forming low and heavy in your gut. But already you can feel the desperate attachment growing stronger, your fingers absently stroking over the box as if to soothe it as your body slowly stops trembling.
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