It all went downhill (boyxboy)

Part 15- "I can't believe you're letting me kiss you."

Zero's POV

I've been laying on my bed ever since I woke up this morning, staring at my bare ceiling like one stares at their tv. Last night I had a dream and not like a random dream that my unconscious mind makes up, more like a replay of a memory. A good memory.

It was when Zoe came to the house for the first time after she was born. Zoe wasn't expected for another two weeks but my baby sister being the most impatient little angel, decided to come out two whole weeks before the doctors expected.

I was in school when I got the call from my dad telling me that my mother went into labor. I was so excited I practically screamed in the middle of the hallway.

He told me that Benji's father said it was okay for me to stay with them until my parents leave the hospital, which was only three nights.

Benji and I were so excited the whole time we couldn't wait to meet my new baby sister. We were so excited that we went to my house a few hours before my parents got back and put up a welcome home sign, a few balloons, and my mom's favorite cake cause after all she was the one that pushed a whole human out of her.

When they came home my dad opened the door first holding it so that my beautiful mom could walk in. She had on a messy bun with her comfy clothes that I helped her pack in her hospital bag weeks before the due date. When she saw Benji and I, her face lit up and we ran and embraced her in a big hug.

Then my stepdad ran back to the car and grabbed the baby carrier that my new baby sister was sleeping in, and the hospital bag in his other hand. Benji and I ran so fast to meet him at the door that we almost tripped.

Then there she was a gift sent from heaven with the cutest pink onesie that Benji and I picked out. She looked like a little angel with her long eyelashes, cute little nose, chubby rosy cheeks, and pink lips.

I instantly fell in love. My parents made me sit down on the couch before they carried my little sister and placed her on my lap.

As soon as I held her I was so overjoyed that I wept for joy. My stepdad took so many pictures that day. Coming to think of it, I think my mom put those pictures in a baby memory book for Zoe.

I sat up, finally getting off my bed after contemplating it for hours. My motivation was those pictures. I have to find the baby memory book that my mom put those pictures in. I need to see how happy I was. I need to know if seeing those pictures could maybe help me relive those moments, feel even the tiniest bit of the joy I felt that day. I need to see my family as a whole again.

First, I went to the attic. No one really goes up their so it's really dusty and kind of scary. The spider webs that are all over the ceiling add to the hunted aesthetic going on. Theirs a bunch of boxes of junk and random stuff that my mom refuses to get rid of. My stepdad always used to say that she was a bit of a hoarder.

I figured that this would be a great place to look since all of me and Zoe's baby stuff are up here. I searched through countless boxes, sneezing every minute because of the insane amount of dust on every surface.

After about an hour of sneezing and searching, I still couldn't find the book. I sighed accepting that it probably wasn't up here. I climbed back down the ladder that leads up to the attic as I was now covered in dust.

Maybe it's in my parent's closet I thought. I didn't have anything to lose since my dad went out a few hours ago to run some errands. I walked into my parent's room and went into their closet.

I almost broke down crying as I saw all my mom's clothes still in there. It looked normal like she was still here.

I somehow managed to keep the tears in as I rummaged through the top shelves. There were random things up there, shoe boxes, perfumes, random books, candles, papers, pens, any miscellaneous items you could think of and you could find, everything except for the baby memory book.