Valentin didn’t know what to expect as he went to his room, hoping to find everything in tact. But seeing all that snow in his room made him stop and access the damage. All of his sweets, photos, clothes-everything had to be replaced. But there was one thing he knew that wasn’t going to be replaced, and writing to Scotland for it made him feel like he was holding on to the past instead of just moving on. But he couldn’t move for what felt like hours as he just stared at the damage of his room, silent tears falling down his face. “...she’s gone.” he said to no one in particular as he just...kept standing there as his heart shattered in two, then three, then as many times as it could. “The picture...it’s gone.”













