Three Minutes of Rejection

Being alone in the dark used to be what Jacob was scared of most.

What had just taken place though, had transformed the boy's greatest fear into suddenly his best friend. One that held him and squeezed him and blinded anybody who tried to come near.

Having been witness to the event, the various blouses and dresses that hung above by flimsy hangers did their best to console him. Combing gently through his hair with the softest of threads.

The forgotten shoe boxes off to the left could do nothing more than emanate a smell. A comfortable smell. One that quickly drowned out the fragrance that she had in her hair.

Everything was still. Incomplete. The closet's belongings were in mourning.

All lending a helping hand.

"I will say that I kissed you and you were just blown away. Ok? No need for anything over dramatic. The quicker we get out, the better." Looking through the shutters, she gave a long, exasperated sigh.

"Why couldn't the bottle land on Roy. He looks so cute tonight."

Before she could see, Jacob took the offer of a blue skirt and quickly wiped away a tear.