Lucas's Point of View

For days, I had been avoiding it. The little, inconspicuous envelope remained on my desk, undisturbed, its weight increasing every hour. I had left it in my car's glove box after carrying it with me and tucking it inside my jacket. After taking it out, I pushed it back into my pocket after running my fingers over the flap. I knew I couldn't put it off any longer as I sat by myself in my apartment and stared at the fucking thing. I have to be aware. I inhaled deeply and took it up. I didn't shake my fingers. Not quite yet. I ripped it open...