[ At some point in the afternoon, just as Matt's last breath leaves his body, a small golden light appears in his room. It's about the size of a marble, and instantly, it flutters through the air as if on an errand it knows well. Walls and locked doors are no impediment to it, as it isn't strictly solid, and it leaves no trace behind it.
Eventually, with no apparent explanation, the bauble of light will appear near Alina, drawing her attention to a folded piece of paper with her name on it. ]
Alina,
I wish we had left it with better memories of each other. I'm sorry.
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delivery.
Eventually, with no apparent explanation, the bauble of light will appear near Alina, drawing her attention to a folded piece of paper with her name on it. ]
Alina,
I wish we had left it with better memories of each other. I'm sorry.
Your art is still my phone background.
Matt