She leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom and took in the heavy emptiness.
He had left everything that looked backwards whilst packing only things that would help him move towards adulthood. The shelves filled with sports trophies and stuffed toys, bare of aftershave and the piggy bank he had finally smashed.
She felt hands on her shoulders.
“You doing ok?”
She rearranged her face into a smile. “I’m just being silly.”
He turned her to face him. “You’re allowed to grieve parts of your life you know.”
She looked into his watery eyes and leaned into him.
“I know.”
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