I said," I'm afraid to let her in."
Heather looked into my eyes and asked," What are you afraid of Sarah?"
I said," Of loosing myself, or her."
We sat there for a minute and Olivia sat down beside me and asked," How would you lose yourself?"
I said," I can't handle loosing anyone else. I couldn't make it if I did. I couldn't pick up the pieces of my life and carry on again. I just can't."
She said," Sarah, I'm not going anywhere."
I got up and walked towards my room.
I turned back and said," Olivia, you can't even go to work without carrying a gun."
I crawled into my closet and shut the door. I turned on the light and pulled my box out from it's new hiding place.
I opened the box and took of deep breath of the smell I missed so much.
I sat wondering what I would put in a box if anything ever happened to Olivia.
What had she left behind for me to keep to remember her by?
We had never done anything together like I had with my mom.
I didn't have any notes written on napkins that were tucked into my lunch box.
There was only one picture of us together and it was one my mom had taken when I was small.
The truth was there was nothing I could put into a box if anything ever happened to Olivia.
I was already having problems remembering my mom even with this box, how would I remember Olivia without one?
Olivia knocked on the door of my closet and opened it before I had had a chance to hide box.
She asked," What's that? I smell…roses…"
I could tell she knew what it was so I just looked at her for a second before I asked the question I had just finished asking myself.
I asked," What would I put in your box if you don't come home one day?"
She asked," Sarah, why are you even thinking about this?"
I said," Because I lost my mother and you are all I have and you leave me everyday to go chase people who hurt other people. I have no promises that at the end of the day you are going to come home."
Olivia said," Sarah, I will come home from work. I will always come home to you."
I said," Olivia you're a cop. You are in danger every day you go to work. My mother went out to get a birthday cake and never came back. I almost expect for one day Heather to tell me you're not coming home. But what I want to know is what I'm going to put into your box once you're gone."
She asked," What did you put in your mom's"
I said," Pictures, notes, perfume, and my memories."
She said," Then that's what you would put into mine, but you will never need to."
I said," I wouldn't have any of those things anyway, you don't have time for things like that."
She looked me dead in the eyes and asked," Things like what?"
I said as I looked back and a tear rolled down my face," The things that really matter."
