Of all the things I had to see when I was unpacking, it had to be that glove. That single stupid unmatched glove—bought last minute from a small specialty shop for the sudden trip—stared at me mockingly. It felt like a slap in the face, that glove. Like a gauntlet thrown to the ground, the glove burned my eyes, challenging me to a duel. It was a reminder of my foolishness in falling for what seemed like everything I had been waiting for in my life.
And how it all fell through my fingers.
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