He did as he was instructed and noticed something clinging to the bottom of the cup. He reached his fingers inside and tried to grasp it.
"Be careful," she said.
His fingers instantly relaxed. He turned the cup upside down and reached in with his thumb and forefinger. He pulled it out in one steady tug. It clung to his hand like Saran wrap.
"Is this...?"
"Yeah."
"Your pain?"
"Not all of it, but it's all I have left."
"Where's it from?"
"I got it when my dad passed away. It was his, but he gave it to me. He got it when my mother left."
"This is all you have?"
"Is it not enough?" she asked.
"No, no. Nothing like that. It's not that at all." he said. "Are you sure you want to give this up?"
"Yes. I gave away nearly everything I had when I was too stupid to know any better.I should have saved it all for you."
"This is perfect," he said.He put the pain back in its cup and slipped it into his jacket pocket.
She smiled at him, and he smiled at her.
"What do we do now?"
"Do you want to watch TV?" she asked.
"Okay."
She walked over to the television and picked up the remote, replacing it with the envelope. She returned to the couch and turned on a game show.
A gentle breeze came in through the window. Neither of them noticed when it pushed the envelope from its place, nestling it securely between the television and the wall.
"This is nice," she said.
The pain in the cup got a little stronger.