“No you don’t,” the man said again putting his foot on it.
“Leave it,” the new voice said to Jasmine.
“But it’s mine,” Jasmine said as she turned to whoever was speaking.
As she saw him, Jasmine stopped. It was a boy about her age. He was tanned and shirtless. He was the most beautiful boy Jasmine had ever seen.
It was then that he looked at her. His eyes connected to hers and in that brief instant, it was like a lifetime of loneliness was gone.
“Just, let it go. Let him have it. It’s not worth it,” the boy said with compassion.
It was upon his prompting that Jasmine loosened her grip and let the last remanence of her old life go. Getting up, the boy ushered her to him.
“Come,” he said waving his hand. “And you,” he said shifting his focus to the pudgy man. “Remember nothing belongs
