𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 [18+]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐋𝐈

AARON

"Delivery for Mr. Ryan?" A squeaky womanly voice said at my office door.

"The fuck you want Seb?" I didn't even have to look up to recognize that fake woman voice.

"I just came to bring you some package, man. Don't sue me. I thought you would want to see your BFF." Seb said as he took a seat in one of the chairs facing me, placing the package on the desk.

"BFF? What are you twelve?" Seb faked to be hurt as a sad look appeared on his face. "And what is that?" I asked, nodding to the box in front of me.

"Why would I fucking know?"

"You would peak. I know you," I glared at my BFF, as he so called himself.

"Well, I haven't. So open it, I'm intrigued."

Wordlessly, I opened a drawer on my right and took a scissor out. Who would've thought scissors were actually useful to have in your office? Shocking enough, they really are. After cutting the box, I opened it, taking a bubble wrapped black box.

"Leave it on the desk for if it's a bomb," Seb cut in, making me look up and frown, thinking about how such a dumb specimen ended up working for me.

I unwrapped the black box, giving the bubble wrap to Seb so that he could play with it, knowing he would be asking for it if not, and stared at the box. It resembled those small necklace boxes of black velvet, only much bigger than that. A silver lock carved with small designs the only way to open it. I would have still stared at the box if it weren't for the notices of popping that were coming out from Seb and the bubble wrap.

"The fuck are you waiting for? A shooting star so you can wish for something nice inside that box?" I glared at Seb before unlocking the box and looking inside at what was displayed in an even nicer design.

"What is it?" Seb interrupted.

"Nothing," I shrugged off, closing and locking the box before carefully placing it inside the cardboard box again.

"What?! You're not gonna tell me?!" Seb shouted, forgetting about his so loved bubble wrap for a second.

"No, I'm not. Now go back to work before I fire you."

"Ok, but I'm taking this with me," he said, lifting the bubble wrap before leaving.

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MADISON

I crouched down on the floor, facing the boxes that could either faze me with endless tears or smiles. It would have been easier not to open them, let Mom do the job on her own and indulge on what the boxes may have held inside. I would've chosen that option, the safer option, if it weren't that those boxes held my Dad's life. The sunshine and happiness of the house. So without hesitation I grabbed a box.

Mom passed me a knife and I cut it open, opening the cardboard box and looking inside. I knew these boxes like I knew the plan of my hand. They were mostly Dad's college and childhood boxes that were stored in the attic, for there wasn't much space for them in the house. Unlike Mom, Dad wouldn't dare throw away something, even if that something didn't have any value yo himself or others. He could find it a value.

Endless annoyed comments from Mom as to why he kept everything clouded my mind. And Dad's comebacks as to how he would throw her ashes in the trash because she would prefer that. Turns out he couldn't even hold her ashes, and we now were opening his stuff, due to his death.

"Look what I found," I said, taking out a small frame, with Dad in the right corner and his father, mother and sister in it. Mom stared at the photo and smiled, helping it in her hand. I kept searching, finding endless photos of his childhood and an album Mom and I spent half an hour looking through.