Chapter 12 - Memories

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(DANI'S P.O.V:)
My hands wrap around the box, and pull it out.

He kept it. He kept the memory box I gave him when I went to Australia when I was 12 and he was 13. When we were just friends.

The box I gave him to remember me by.

With shaky hands, I slowly pry open the lid.
"Oh, Jackson" I whisper.

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(JACKSON'S P.O.V:)

I am running now.
My feet sprint down the winding alleyways and over bricks and glass.

It's been nearly 20 minutes since I heard Dani scream.
Anything can happen in that amount of time.

I finally reach my home.
My face is bright red.
I am sweating.... Big time.
And I am puffing and wheezing.

I push the door open, to reveal Dani.

She is sitting cross legged on the ground, holding a small wooden box. She has tear marks on her cheeks.
"Jackson..... What the hell is this?" she whispers quietly, looking up at me

Oh, Sh*t.
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(DANI'S P.O.V:)
Inside the box was photos, paper, and other little things.
To a stranger, it just seems like a huge pile of junk.
But to Jackson and I..... Well, it meant everything.

I pulled out the photos.
They were pictures of me, when I was 12, on holiday in Aussie.
There were pictures of me and him at our school prom.
Pictures of us together.

I picked up one of them.
It was me and him standing in an alleyway. I was kissing his cheek, and he was looking down at me, smiling.
I turned it over.
On the back, someone had scribbled a note on it. It said:

Dear Dani,
I know you'll never read this, but just in case you do, I must tell you something. Something big is going to happen. Something that will change the entire world forever. I am not supposed to tell you this, but bad things are going to happen. When I next see you, I will tell you.

I love you Dani. Never forget that.
-Jackson xxx

I look up to see Jackson standing in the doorway, looking awed, worried, and scared.

"Jackson..... What the hell is this?" I whisper silently.

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