by Wei Yun  Because she knew that she could untag the
photographs, shred the love notes, delete every message in her
inbox. She could throw out the dried flowers and wash her hands
clean, hell, she could drop them in hydrochloric acid if she so
wished because at that point all she wanted to do was just
forget it all. But the one thing that she couldn’t ever do was
erase the memories that they had left behind.  She could never
erase his smile. His laugh. The way he wrapped his arms around
her and called her by her full name. And as she watched almost
everything the two of them had shared together go up in flames,
red and yellow and shades of gold, she wrapped the scarf he had
given her tighter around her neck, taking in a deep breath of
its smell. Inhaling deeply, she felt the light scent of charcoal
intertwine with her citrus perfume, and she let out a laugh.
Scarf around her neck? More like a noose. Her noose, gripping at
her throat, strangling her slowly with every step she took
towards her door. But she w