This is my entry for Round 2 Subround 1 of the The Sky Is the Limit Writing Contest.

The prompts used are #5 and #10:

"When I die, don't come near my body, because my hand may not be able to wipe your tears anymore." -Unknown Tumblr User

"Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story." -The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy