I find it weird that it takes nine months for you to become reality, but it only takes a few seconds for your reality to become a memory.
Memories can be cherished or they can be stored.
Stored away on empty shelves, waiting for someone to put their ear up to the metal surface and listen to their whispered stories.
Sometimes people listen to the stories and revive to their full value. Sometimes people just walk pass them, letting dust collect on the shelves until the memories fade away and disappear, waiting for someone to remember the forgotten memories.
That’s all I can do is remember those forgotten memories. I have to relive them and I can’t change a single thing about it. I don’t want to change a single thing about it. Everything happens for a reason. I could be lying in bed right now, scrolling through weird gifs on Tumblr in the middle of the night but I’m stuck in this personal after life. It might be temporary. It might be eternal. I don’t know yet.
I climb up the tree to relive the next memory. Wait. Does some memories repeat themselves? At the end of one branch is Joey’s reading glasses again, but they look shattered and broken. I reach over on the skinny branch and barely brush them with my fingertips before darkness washes over me again.
It’s been two months since Joey walked out that door and never looked back. He never came to grab his things or anything. He just left. Walked out of this house. Walked out of my life.
He’s coming over today. We ended things on a pretty bad note so he wants to talk for a little bit and grab some things he left behind. It’s supposed to rain today. It’s only a little drizzle, but it hasn’t rained here in L.A. in forever so I’m grateful for it.
Knockity-knock-knock
I hop off of the couch and walk over to the door. My hand slightly trembles as I reach for the doorknob and twist it.
“Joey…” I breathe out. The man standing on my porch looks up from the ground and stares at me with his beautiful emerald eyes.
“Can I come in?” he asks. “It’s freezing out here.”
“O-of course,” I stutter. I open the door and let him walk pass me, following him to the couch. We sit there in an awkward silence for at least a minute before I speak up.
“So do you wanna get your things?” I awkwardly ask.
“Um. Yeah sure.” He mumbles before rising off the couch and walking towards the hallway. I follow him into the bedroom and casually stand in the doorway of the closet as he packs up his clothes.
“You’ve been getting quite a few letters from your sister since she doesn’t know your new address. Do you want them?”
“Sure.” I grab a stack of letters off of the dresser and hand them to him. He opens the first envelope and squints his eyes to read it.
“Are you wearing your contacts?”
“No. I left them at home.”
“Here.” I grab his back up glasses out of the nightstand and hand them to him.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Do you want anything to drink?” I ask.
“A glass of water would be nice.”
~SEVENTEEN MINUTES LATER~
“WHY THE F*CK DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO START SOME BULLSHIT?” Joey yells, banging his fist down on the marble counter.
“YOU’RE THE ONE STARTING BULLSHIT. ALL I DID WAS GIVE YOU A GLASS OF WATER!” I yell back from the other side of the kitchen.
“I DON’T WANT ANY GODDAMN WATER!” he takes the glass cup that I handed him a few minutes beforehand and throws it at me. I duck and it collides with the wall behind me, glass shattering to the ground as water slides down the wall. “AND I DON’T WANT THESE STUPID ASS FUCKING GLASSES ANYMORE!” He snatches the glasses off his face and snaps them in half. He throws them to the ground and stomps on them before picking them up to throw at me.
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU THROWING THINGS AT ME?”
“WHY THE HELL DID YOU CHEAT ON ME?”
“IT WAS A MISTAKE. I’VE APOLOGIZED A MILLION TIMES. WHY CAN’T YOU JUST HEAR ME OUT?”
“BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU!”
Silence. Silence fills the air, fills the room, fills my lungs.
“What did you say?” I whisper, not able to speak at a louder volume due to the shock taking over me.
“Nothing.” He wipes away the silent tears rolling down his face and stomps out of the kitchen, pushing past me.
Did he just…? Does he still love me?
“Joey, wait!” I call after him, running into the living room. He turns around to look at me for a split second before twisting the doorknob and exiting the house. I run out the door and grab ahold to his wrist before he steps off the porch and into the heavy rain.
“Shane, let me go.” He says calmly, not even looking at me.
“It’s storming out here! You can’t leave right now. It’s too dangerous to drive in this mess.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No you won’t. You’re gonna kill yourself out in this storm.”
“I’ve done pretty well without you so far. I don’t need you.” Now he’s looking at me. So many tears stream down his cheeks, but he still has a cold glare baring his beautiful face.
“But you love me, don’t you?” I ask. I can barely hear myself over the sound of the raindrops hitting the roof of the porch. He doesn’t answer my question. He just lowers his head and looks at the ground to avoid eye contact. “Don’t you?” I place two fingers under his chin and force him to look up at me. We stare at each other in complete silence for at least thirty seconds before he wraps his arms around my neck and slam his lips onto mine.
“I do love you.” He whispers after pulling away.
“It’s freezing out here.” I state. “How about we go inside?”
“I would love that.” I take his hand in mine and lead him back into the house. Our home.
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Forgotten Memories (Shoey)
FanfictionShane is dead and lives in the afterlife. While he's there, trying to solve the puzzle of death, he finds the tree of life. It holds all the branches of his forgotten memories he had with his boyfriend while he was still alive. It also holds the tru...
