The Wind Trembles

"Squeak" The door was pushed open, and a figure was reflected in the dim light. He paced until the old, rusty iron box came into view, and then he stopped. He rubbed the slightly rough metal shell, and the memory slowly appeared in front of the man's eyes as the light dimmed... This is his and hers. She in his memory and the letter in the iron box have long become an imprint in his heart that cannot be discarded. …