✔️ Body and Mind 3

The cat is out of the box

Emily was yanking the drawers from its hinges not caring about a thing. Just to find something. Something that she could throw into Yuzuru's stupid face to give him a proof that there is no point in lying anymore. That she knows everything.
If he still had feelings for that girl, he would keep something of hers. Because at that point she knew him well enough to be sure there would be be something. Maybe a pair of earrings or a bracelet or just fucking SOMETHING.

But the drawers brought her no luck. Now there were just piles of socks and underwear on the floor but no sign of anything suspicious.
She checked under the bed, but nothing. His nightstand, yet still found nothing.

So then she turned to the massive closet and began to shake with all the clothes he had hanging there, expecting for something to fall out, but still without success.
And as she began to go through all the folded clothes in the shelves, she finally started to feel that she is calming down. Maybe not completely but definitely being in a much calmer state of mind than she was when she left the cafe.
She went through every single shelf, stretching her arm into the very back of it so she wouldn't miss anything, but there was still nothing.

Emily took a step back and fell down on the floor in a complete exhaustuion, resting her back against the bed and just staring in front of herself at the closet.
Maybe there actually wasn't anything to be found. Maybe he did throw it out as he said. But after everything she just learnt in the past two hours, it was now hard for her to believe him.
So she sighed and with a heavy heart brought a chair from the dining table, pushing it to the closet to check the upper storage area.

Needless to say, it didn't take long and behind all the other things she has found a wooden box that she never saw before.
Emily took it out and hopped from the chair, sitting then on the floor and staring at it on the verge of crying.
As much as she was rummaging through the whole room in a hope to find that she was right, now that she very probably had it right in front of herself, she began to wish that she was wrong. That there would be just a pile of silly fan letters instead of letters from his loved one.

She went with her hand over the lid several times and closed her eyes in a naive hope that it was all just a really bad, messed up dream and she would wake up.
So she opened the box and opened her eyes but the sad reality of it all was still there.
It wasn't just a nightmare she could wake up from and tell Yuzuru all about.
And hear his laughter at how silly that dream was and reassurance that there is no such box and that he loves her so much and would never do such a thing to her.

Instead, a pile of so many things were staring back at her that she didn't even know where to start.
She was expecting maybe a small bracelet or few letters. But when she looked at the contents of the box it seemed to her more like a gloomy graveyard of something that has died long time ago and could never bring joy to anyone.

She took out a book in a fancy, ivory cover, reading the title and remembering that she did read that one in High School and quite liked it.
Though had to think that Charlotte Bronte was not exactly a writer she would expect Yuzuru to like.
There there was a large, knitted sweater with a big grizzly bear embroiled on top of it and with that one, she could not even imagine Yuzuru ever wearing that.
Emily slowly folded it back and put it aside on top of the book, reaching then for a beaded bracelet with a blue ribbon wrapped around it.
The ribbon was exactly the same shade as the string he always wore around his wrist and Emily felt her stomach turning around, just about to throw up.
Because if even that fucking string was linked to that girl.....no.

Emily shook her head and quickly pushed the thought away. There was no way that string on his wrist could have anything to do with Anya. Because he wore it every single day. He had it in front of his eyes in everything he did. When he got up, when he ate, when he took a shower, when he cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes.....when they had sex. No, there was just no way.
Because as messed up as the whole existence of the box was, this string thing would have been completely new level of fucked up.
A level that she would not stomach.
So she only took a deep breath and buried the thought as deep as she could and carefully put the bracelet to the book and the sweater.

There were still so many things in there, none of them making any sense to her, not seeing any particular link with each other.
So she just reached for something that was familiar to her, several issues of science magazines at the very bottom.
Emily went quickly through them, only to let out a bitter chuckle as there was the print of the Forbes magazine.
A painful proof that he did re-visit the box here and there even when they were already together.

And then once everything was out, there was just one last small jewelry box left.
Without thinking about it twice, she opened it to see what kind of earrings he gave her only for her heart to abruptly stop and skip a beat.
No. Of course not. There were no earrings for the amazing Anya.
But an actual engagement ring covered in diamonds.

She so badly wanted to close that little box shut, but her eyes were fixed on those sparkly diamonds and her hand was not able to process the instruction.

So she just sat there, staring at the painful beauty and finally began to cry.