If heartbreak had a shape, I think it would look like a velvet box sitting quietly on your doorstep long after everything you thought you had has already fallen apart. The package arrived on a Thursday morning, ordinary in appearance but heavy with something I couldn’t name yet. I stood there longer than I should have, staring at the handwriting on the label. I recognized it instantly. Elena. The last time I had seen her, she had hugged me tightly, holding on just a second longer than usual, as if she knew something neither of us was ready to say...
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