'Oh, before you go, I have something for you.'
Intrigued, Sam turned and walked back to Elliott, who presented a rectangular box — not new, Sam noted.
'He would've wanted it to go to someone who would use it.'
Elliott was Sam's physiotherapist, but, first and foremost, she was her friend. Ever since John had died, their bond has grown stronger.
Sam's heart felt heavy at the thought of her lost friend and the significance of Elliott's generous gift. Without needing to open it, Sam knew what was inside: John’s treasured Montblanc Homage to Hadrian fountain pen.
'I...I can’t,' Sam said softly as she stared at the box.
'You must. And please use it. John would love the idea that it is actually being used. Properly!' she chuckled.
Sam embraced her in the tightest hug and tried to hold back the tears that had appeared every day since the accident.
'I love you,' Sam whispered softly in her ear.
'Yeah, yeah. Now get out of here. I have another patient waiting!'
They both sniffled, and Elliott grabbed a tissue for them both.
*
Her next patient was talking about difficulties at work, but Elliott wasn’t listening. Ever since she handed over that pen to Sam, she had been thinking about John and the accident. She wasn’t there but had heard the horrific stories from her friends who were. She had to know the details. It was her way of coping — her way to get closure on her husband's sudden death. At least, that’s what her friends assumed.
Elliott smiled to herself.
Everything had gone to plan.
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