The box sat on the ground. The ornate carvings had no significance; it was simply a box Ande had purchased with the request to keep the first. A time had come when the box would no longer shut. Her papa. The caretaker at the hospital. The men she had later learned were named Thran, Zed, and Rhydian. Others that were nameless. At least to her.
She looked around, ensuring no one was in sight of her. The Dead Scar served at least one purpose, after all. After making sure no one was around, she slowly opened the box, peering at the contents. Some seemingly ready to turn to dust. Trisandrah didn’t remember how long it had been since she had added to the box. She sat cross-legged as she picked up one of the items and held it in her hand. She felt nothing.
The semblance of peace once brought by box’s contents was no longer needed. Much like Duir hanging in her back room, untouched.
Was she starting to heal? She was lucky Ren had never found this box. He would never understand. She knew it was time. Time to truly bury her secrets. Her intentions was to burn everything, box and all. But now she had second thoughts.
She hopped up and gathered a few sticks and piled them up. With a wiggle of her fingers, she set the pile on fire. Slowly, she began to pull the items from the box and placing them on the fire. She watched as they turned to dust. She watched the fire die just as she’d watched those men die.
Long after the file cooled, she gathered herself and stood, empty box in hand. Trisandrah turned to walk away but before she took a step, she turned back and scooped the ashes with her bare hands, dropping it into the box. What would Ren say about a box of ashes? She’d figure it out later. She always did.
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