I've Found What I'm Looking For

Chapter 9

Gifts, no.

They were more than gifts.

They were love... and they would be memories for years to come. If the years do come.

Calloway sat at the table, the box of presents being presented before his eyes on the sturdy coffee table wood.

He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply before exhaling out heavily.

He wiped the wet tears away from his old eyes and gulped the littlest, picking up the first wrapped paper gift and seeing the name that was tagged onto it from a sticker.

To Clay, From Moon.

He gave the smallest smirk possible, unwrapping the paper gently and seeing it was a pair of gloves that had lightning strikes stitched on them.

To remind him of the time he met the koala and porcupine.

He couldn't hold in his weak laugh, and put the big gloves on, covering his cold sore paws. He held up the design to his eyes... they fit him perfectly.

His electric gate keeping out all the world... Buster Moon... Ash -

He shook his head then quickly, trying to shake the sad thoughts from his mind. He picked up the next gift, looking at the shoddy packaging and when he opened it he realized quickly whose gift it was.

Johnny's.

It was a scarf, and he only shook his head with a smile. He picked up the next present and the next.

Each one a symbol of love and friendship.

He mostly got clothing items from his group of co-workers, and that was enough.

There was only one gift left... one he HAD left to the end... because he didn't want to feel.

Feel what? The remorse... the sadness.

Of the girl he loved, if he would allow himself to love again.

But he bit his bottom lip and slowly, and hesitantly, reached for the wrapped present, tearing it open and just freezing when he saw what it was.

A mug... a mug with a photo imprinted of him and everyone he knew from the show.

It was printed on it like anything would be when it came to mugs, but he just shut his eyes quickly, gulping and sitting back now on his own armchair. His heart was beating fast, his eyes crinkled tightly shut.

And all he saw in his thoughts, memories were of those who loved him. Who cared for him... who wanted him as part of their friend group, almost family.

But why? Why did they want him...? All he did was... well? Nothing... he brought nothing good into the world.

Besides his voice... his songs.

He didn't know how the thought came to him, but he quickly got up from his armchair and headed over to his old office room.

He looked at the back of his computer, switching it on and waiting for the screen to light up.

With all his wealth, he knew nothing about technology. Only old devices, he wasn't bothered to learn how to use the new.

Soon the monitor turned on properly and he could hear the internet connecting. The very slow, old way.

There were ringing and dialling sounds, but once everything was connected and moving smoothly, he typed his name into Google and watched as the results came up.

And there it was.

His name on a site that said, The official Clay Calloway fan site.