Chapter 5 Author: Scarlett Flame It had been ten years since then, but even thinking about it now still hurt. I was preparing to visit Mom's grave one last time. I had only five days left to live, and I needed to tell her that I wouldn't be able to visit her anymore. But before that, I had to stop by Elton's office. Mom had always liked Elton. Back when she was still healthy, and Elton and I were deeply in love, she had made a pair of pottery figurines for us by hand. One was a puppy for Elton, and the other was a kitten for me. The puppy and kitten fit together perfectly, as if they were hugging each other. It symbolized that Elton and I would never be apart. I gave the puppy figurine to Elton, but he preferred the kitten one because it reminded him of me-playful and proud. Just looking at it made him think of me, so he wanted to keep it with him at all times. He truly kept his word. Even now, the kitten figurine still sat in his office. I was afraid that after I died, Elton would just toss it away like trash. So I had to take it back and place it in front of Mom's headstone, so it could stay with her in my place. When I arrived at Elton's office, I found him watching my interview, right at the moment when my nose started to bleed. When he saw me enter, he didn't say a single word. He simply tossed his phone aside. I noticed that the spot where the ceramic kitten figurine used to sit was now empty. My heart sank, and I asked anxiously, "Where's my kitten figurine?" Yvette spoke up, her smile smug. "Oh, you mean that kitten figurine? A few days ago, I said that it looked kind of cute, so Elton gave it to me. He even said I looked just like it-playful and proud. "Honestly, what nonsense. I'm way prettier than that kitten. How could we possibly look alike?" I ignored Yvette and turned my glare on Elton, fury burning in my chest. "How could you give away something that belonged to me? My mom made that with her own hands, and you gave it to your mistress?" Elton gave a bastardous smile and shrugged. "That cat was yours? Sorry, I forgot. It's been sitting here for so long, I figured that it was just some worthless trinket." Before he could finish speaking, my rage took over. I grabbed the crystal ashtray from his desk and hurled it at him.