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Piper Halliwell trudged up the stairs to the attic, her arms loaded down with cardboard boxes. It had been a little while since she had last climbed these stairs—about three months. It was then that she and her sisters had defeated the Ultimate Power. For once I’m going up to the attic to store my summer clothes, like a normal person does. She sighed, entering the cluttered room. Normal. Who am I kidding? It was true that there hadn’t been any demon attacks since the Ultimate Power, but Piper knew it would be foolish to think that there wouldn’t be more to come. A good witch’s work is never done. The only question in Piper’s mind was how long of a break she and her sisters would get this time.
She dropped the boxes next to some others on the far side of the attic. Then she opened the drawer of a nearby desk and fished around for a permanent marker. After finding one, she knelt next to the boxes and wrote her name on them.
As she was about to stand, she noticed another box, just beyond hers, that was covered in a thick layer of dust. She crawled over to this mystery box, and kneeling next to it, brushed the dust off the top. Written on one of the top flaps of the box were the words ‘Prue’s things.’ Piper felt a twinge of pain in her heart. She sat still for a moment, deciding whether or not she wanted to open the box.
Piper hadn’t remembered boxing up Prue’s things, but then she realized that Phoebe had probably done it, knowing it would have been painful for her. Determined not to cry, Piper tossed her hair over her shoulder, and then slowly opened the box.
Inside were a few of Prue’s personal belongings. Piper gently dug through them and began taking things out, starting with Prue’s nameplate from Bucklands. She held it for a moment, and then set it on the floor next to her. Piper maintained her composure as she pulled out the last issue of 415 Magazine that Prue had shot for. Though she fought it, her eyes began to fill with tears as she lifted Prue’s favorite jacket out of the box. She and Phoebe had had a moment over that jacket shortly after Prue’s death. She held it close to her, sniffing traces of the perfume Prue used to wear.
Laying the jacket down next to her, Piper began taking out some pictures that were still in their frames. There was the picture of Prue as a little girl at her piano recital. Another picture of Prue and their mother. There was the picture of the three of them in front of the manor that Grams had taken shortly before she passed away; and then a few more of the three of them. Piper was really beginning to lose it now. She sniffled, setting the pictures down next to the jacket.
It appeared that the only thing left in the box was Prue’s journal, but when Piper lifted it, she discovered a necklace underneath it, hiding in the corner of the box. Piper scooped up the necklace into her hand and rubbed her thumb over the pendant, shining the golden letters that spelled out ‘Prue’. She stared at the necklace for a while, weeping.
As she struggled to regain her composure, Piper undid the catch of the necklace and slipped it around her neck, fastening it. She sighed, holding Prue’s name in her closed fist. She had learned to live her life without Prue, but every once in a while she missed her so deeply that it hurt to even breathe. I can’t believe how much I still miss her… She sighed, starting to gather Prue’s things and put them back in the box.
“Piper,” came a voice from behind her back.
“Paige, we’ve had this conversation,” said Piper, dropping the last of Prue’s belongings into the box. She was a little bit aggravated. She didn’t want Paige to know she had been crying. “If you wouldn’t mind, please call before you orb in.” Piper stood up, wiping her eyes. She turned around, and then gasped. It wasn’t Paige who was standing before her, as she was expecting.
“Prue?”
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