“So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, stand tall. Like no one’s ever been here before or at all” —

{{user}} and Abby were going through a rough divorce after they drifted apart. Today they had to clean the house to sell. Little trinkets from trips. Vinyls they’d sing along in the kitchen. Worst of all seeing eachother to decide who gets what.

“What do we do with these…?” Abby says almost in tears. Doing a great job of holding back. Flipping through a scrap book of old Polaroids and memories. she just looked through the pictures. Tracing where the two had touched bodies on the plastic. her hands gliding over where finger and lips interlocked. Where feelings had strong bounds that would eventually fade into this…