a eulogy for nathaniel

i've decided that for mirabella to have any chance of getting on with her life, nathaniel has to die. this is all that is left of him now anyway: a black badge, an orange and blue REEF bottle top, a white golf tee, a name-tag saying 'Hannah May Smith', a bus pass which expired on the 31st of July 2003, an old malteser, a paper Remembrance Day poppy, two tissues with Peter Rabbit chracters printed on them, a clothes label with a button stitched to it, a melted BIC pen, a christmas present tag saying 'To Hannah, Merry Crimbo, Soz it's late', a blue and yellow bow, a dried daffodil head from Spring 2003, half a pencil made from one recycled vending cup from the Earth Centre, a penny, half an 'Admit One' ticket, a bus ticket dated 17th February 2003, a birthday present tag with GOLDSMITHS FINE JEWELLERY on the front saying 'To Hannah, Happy Birthday, Lots of Love Jordan x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x', a dried pink coronation head from June 2003, a pair of gloves, a wooden necklace from the Earth Centre, a stalk of lavender, a caramel wrapper, a Valentines 2004 card saying 'To Hannah, Love you lots, Jordan x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x', a sweatband, a clear marble with a green stripe through it, a birhday card saying 'To Hannah, Happy Birthday, lots of love and kisses Jordan x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x', a small piece of twig he told me to keep forever, a soft toy with two lions stitched together with a heart between them reading 'I love you' and a Monet printed hard-back book, with hundreds of entries based solely on one figure - YOU, NATHANIEL. Now though, none of what i wrote in that book, or any of those stupid objects, means anything, because i have decided that from this sentence onwards nathaniel ceases to exist.