Regrets

18

I was surrounded by packing peanuts. I've looked in so many boxes but I couldn't find it. The more I searched the more this place seemed never ending. I got bored looking for what I was meant to find so I did what I do best.

Snoop.

I opened random boxes that were labeled with dates in which I was gone. I had to find photographs in order to know why they had certain things, but I soon just became interested in the photographs. They all looked happy. Hell even Tom, though trying to look upset, was happy. I sure did miss a lot.

I put things beside me on the floor and rummaged through some other items when something caught my eye. A broken vial.

Well, I don't know where to go from here. It's broken. Meaning that it's no longer useful. Meaning that I wasted all this time just for it to be gone. But, knowing Tom, he must've moved it somewhere else. Why? Because there is nothing that shows that something was spilled, yet the shards from it was present in the box.

Well fuck me. I tossed the cushions off the sofa and search the edges for my wallet. I checked my bedroom, and kitchen and hell even my bathroom. I could've sworn I had it on me.

I retraced my steps, so it should be somewhere in my bedroom. Why? Because I took a nap after returning from the storage unit. I checked under the sheets and bed but nothing when it finally clicked. I must've left it in the car.

Alright, not much of an issue. I'll just call Tord and make sure he has it. I felt in my pockets for my phone and felt nothing. Oh this is just great. There wasn't anything else to do and I didn't know what time Tord would return, come to think of it I don't even have his number. I shrugged it off and just decided to heat up some left over spaghetti and if Tord is back in time he might even have some. I looked around the fridge for the container and was delighted to see it sitting there. I reached for it and accidentally pushed it back a bit, hitting an all too familiar looking bottle at the back.

My mouth suddenly went dry and I was parched. Instead of giving in I grabbed the spaghetti and rushed to heat it. While it was in the microwave all I could think about was how many bottles there might be in the fridge.

A glance at the calendar hanging off the fridge made me take a deep breath and try to enjoy my leftovers.