[ WP ] You arrive home to find your front door wide open . The place is trashed , but the TV and various valuables are all still here . You rush to your closet to make sure it 's still there . It 's gone .

As soon as I touched the door, it fell in off its hinges. I stood there in shock for a moment, taking in the destruction my house had witnessed. My mind was n't working, until the reality of the situation kicked in, and I realized I'd been robbed. I frantically started to look around, trying to find what was missing, but confusion settled in when all the valuables were still there. 
 That means they could've only come for one thing. 
 I race up the stairs, each foot slamming on every other step as I take the floor two steps at a time. I get to the landing and bolt towards my room and slam the door open. I stand there in shock, looking across the room. It's gone. They took it, and only it. 
 How can I live without it? Of course they'd come for it, the one true luxury, the thing no sane man can live without. And mine, of all people's, mine? My face is dry, the shock of the situation overwhelming my tears. They took it. I'll never see it again. My beloved. My one and only. 
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 My closet.
