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“Careless, careless. Shoot anonymous, anonymous. Heartless, mindless. No one who care about me?”

Mei Hua spoke to herself softly, running her fingers against the engraved words. Her mother had sent her up into the attic to clean up the dusty place. It has been ages since Mei Hua was up in the attic, she couldn’t remember the last. While she was cleaning, her eyes and curiosity drew her to this little music box. It was wooden and about the size of her hands placed side by side. The paint was chipping off the mahogany-colored wood. A small little words, covered with filth and dust, was engraved on the top of the box. Once she opened the box, it played an eerie yet pretty tune. The ballerina figurine spun in a circle; its head fell back with every turn, sickening Mei Hua’s stomach. Forcing herself to tear her gaze away, she went back to reciting the words engraved into the box.

“I guess I have no choice but to tolerate who was lost outside, even though I close my eyes…”

She finished the line as her fingers grazed against the last few words. The box slipped through her still fingers, hitting the floor with a thud. Her eyes fluttered close. She felt a falling sensation overcome her body even though she knew she was sitting. The last moments before her mind went blank, the chiming tune from the music box echoed in her mind.