package tied to Erik's doorknob, along with a note
Sarah had been finally cleaning out her boxes and bags she'd had shipped from all her travels -- and she'd found this small trinket which had screamed ERIK to her at the time...it wasn't anything fancy, just a small carved figurine of a man in along coat. It looked like him, a little, sort of stern but handsome and somehow kind. It was very polished from the rubbing of many fingers. The shop owner had said the figurine was meant to be rubbed for luck -- but Sarah never had. Rubbing a little man that looked like Erik Desler seemed sacriligious, somehow. But she'd tied into a small box along with a note that read, simply,
"Cleaning out my boxes and found this. Meant to give it to you long ago. Respectfully, Sarah."
She sort of missed him. Well, not even sort of. But not in a romantic way -- she knew he was seeing someone, that lovely dark-haired woman. Angie, maybe. Andy?
There was actually a lot she thought she could talk to him about, now, not in the way they'd done when he'd first moved in and she'd been the perky, annoying neighbor who baked brownies. She'd grown up.
Her tastes had...changed.
She thought more than anyone, he might understand.