Very Short Story: Strip

You strip the house of everything that reminds you of your love.

No fixtures and fittings remain, the paint’s stripped away, and what was once a home is now a shell of a house.

Instead of choosing to hold your dead soulmate’s memory close, you destroy everything, including yourself.

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