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Amongst the dusty piles of old things sprawled on the attic floor, the girl meddles around with what could have been and what had ended up in a dead end.

Her hairtye in the way she pulls apart a lock of ebony black hair that eventually touches her shoulders. The damp yet serene atmosphere leave a sudden hush in the room. There's a cool air, almost as if one were facing the sky on a cold winter's morning.

As she scrapes off some residue on a musty old scrunched up piece of card she notices a glitter of something quite unexpected. She looks towards a chest on her right and bends to open the latch.

Beneath lay hidden a world of memories, feelings, and momentos of things gone right, wrong, and terribly awkward. She brings to light a photograph of herself in a striking pose. She was only twelve then, but her eyes were glittering with impatience. Impatience to see the world for what it was, not the world of little white gloves and perfectly shiny shoes.

Just then a hand grips her shoulder and she realizes that if she could trace back the steps of time, she wouldn't change anything. For what had passed, had created her smile, her laugh, and her exuberant and meaningful life that had placed itself on her doorstep.

Placing everything back where it was, time could only seem so close. So momentary yet so alive, daunting, challenging, and there. With a click of the latch she had just shut out the past that had haunted her to her very existance. Stepping away she had come alive, she had passed what she thought would never end, the spirals of things gone wrong. Pursing her lips, she brought herself up from the attic floor and onto her feet. Clipping her hair back in place and tucking a loose strand behind her ear, she gently walked down the steps that had brought her to an epiphany.