I walked behind her, picking up the small pieces that fell from her. One by one I gathered my intangible treasured. Gifts unwanted without receipts. I did not want them and hated them and yet I could not stop myself. I collected them like seashells and buried them deep within me. I followed on, even though I did not want to, despising every entranced step. She did not acknowledge me or even seem to notice my presence but she kept dropping them for me to pick up. Some of them stung my fingers and others bit me, leaving small red marks. I cried fom the pain and yet I still followed. Each piece that I gathered up left a small hole on her body. I did not want her to disappear but with each little trinket, a little more of her withered. I hurried along now for there was not much left of her and I wanted to gather as much as I could. Soon her footsteps became less defined and it was hard for my little feet to fill as ran along behind her. Then, just as I stood up from collecting the last piece, she was gone. I looked around and could feel that she was no longer there. It hurt.
I sat down to inspect my booty. The first piece was 'stubborn' and it repulsed me. The next piece was ' weak' and I knew I did hated this piece more than I would any of the others and yet I still kept it within. One ugly piece by piece I examined the traits that I never wanted to b, but how could I discard them when it was a part of her, so I kept each repulsive piece and close and let them become me. I could feel the weight of them and yet it was comfortable, natural to a point and I felt her presence once again. I would learn to become all she was and she would live on.
