The town I spent my high school years in felt cursed. Moving to back to California had to be the safest option for us. A restart in life. To find new hopes and dreams. It's ironic, I know. I came with my family to the small town of Utah hoping for t...
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I looked through my closet in attempt to clean out any clutter I had. Days passed by after Michael proposed to me. There wasn't a day that passed by in which I'd stare at my ring for hours and hours. I pulled out shoe boxes which I thought were empty. But they weren't. One of them was in fact heavy and on the top it read "Y/n & Gregory"
I sighed holding back in tears. What seemed impossible was trying to accept the fact that my brother was dead. It's been harder for me to let go.
I pulled off the lid and photographs and notes flood on my carpet floor. I picked each one up gently, as if it would break if I were to be too harsh. One of them was on his 4th birthday. His birthday cake had always been the color blue.
He likes the color blue.
I pulled another note and it was the time where he was struggling to write a valentines letter to his first crush. I still remember her name clearly. Her name was Cassie.
A knock on the door caught my attention. "Come in" I answered. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah why wouldn't I be-" I looked up and everything was dark. I began to panic and I looked down at the paper I was holding. "I always come back"
"Y/n?"
"Y/n?"
"Y/n!"
"Huh?" I looked up at Michael was there holding a grocery bag. "I said I'm back from work... you okay doll?" Michael dropped the bag by the door, kneeling down by me. "Yeah yeah I'm fine I'm sorry I just kind of dozed out there" I laughed nervously.
"We talked about this already.." Michael gently grabbed the letter and placed the rest of the papers in the box. He pulled me into a tight hug. "Come on I'm making dinner tonight" he pulled away caressing my face. I nodded my head in agreement. "Okay" I softly said.
He stood up and reached his hand. I held it and he pulled me up. "I'm making pasta tonight. I didn't know if you wanted red or Alfredo so I got both" he smiled "Oh! I think [your choice] would be great" you faked a smile.
He knew you did. He knows the details of your face if it's fake or real. But he pretended he didn't notice. If your smile is real, your eyes would smile too. But they didn't. Rather they showed worry and concern. At the top of his stomach he began feeling anxious. The palms of his hands became sweaty, and he started shaking a bit.
