Letting go was one of the hardest things ever. When Emily had come to the small town of Joy, she had brought the unfinished puzzle picture with her, as well as the embroidered heart that she had been planning to give to Derek. But ever since her arrival there, she had not looked at them.
It was Thursday now. She had almost been there a week. It was time for her to make a decision. Was she simply going to wake up one day, pack her bags and leave, making sure that the two were not a part of her luggage?
Or would it be more therapeutic for her to buy a pair of scissors, and just go to town, tearing everything up until nothing was recognizable anymore. Or maybe she could find a metal trash can or a bucket. Get herself some lighter fluid and just burn everything. Fire was a good way of cleansing after all.
