Into The Wilderness.

"It doesn't have to be perfect, it just have to be from you", she declared. Whatever it was that he planned on giving her, with the hopes of finally ending everything that's been happening between the two of them and everything that didn't happen, all she wanted it to be was original. Something from him and something only from him. It didn't matter to her what the message was, it didn't matter to her how well the message had been inscribed, it didn't even matter to her if it even had a message in the first place. Something his, something original. And in return, she would give something back too, something hers and something only hers. That's all that mattered. It wasn't a gesture to fix the past or to ascertain the future. It was their ways of bidding adieu to the other. One last original piece to seal the envelope, literally and figuratively.

Fixing pasts is the last thing any of us can ever even think of doing. The past had wreaked havoc in their lives to such an extent that at that juncture in their lives, they could only describe each-other as the epitome of toxicity to each-other. They knew that it really wasn't how they wanted the relationship to go, let alone end. They acknowledged it, understood it and chose to reluctantly accept it. Goodbye was the only solution that would make the both of them not unhappy and the gifts were their proper final closure. Little did they know how hard it actually was going to be. Somehow, at that very moment, all the hatred disappeared. Everything that they fought about became petty. Everyone they purposely put over became insignificant. Every issue suddenly found itself a suitable and valid solution. Every argument became invalid. Every dispute became immaterial. All of it disappeared.

"Love", was all they wrote to each other. That's all they could think of, that's all that would do justice. They walked off, away from each other and into the wilderness.