It was neatly tucked behind the row of books, carefully hid from any passing glance. It was like a sealed cavern of treasure, tucked away from the passage of time nor the troubles of reality.
The fine layer of dust that rested upon it was like a layer of soft snow, coating the black box like a blanket to keep it warm.
The air turned still, like the clock had suddenly turned back many years as the river of time began to flow in the opposite direction.
Daphne's heart suddenly stopped as it skipped a beat.
She didn't know why she was crying, but tears just continued to fall from her eyes.
Bead by bead of water rolled down the sides of her face as she struggled to find something that she hadn't even known was missing.
She wanted to reach out for the box to unlock what memories had been stolen from her, yet, something willed her to stay back.
She was scared of what she would discover.