Maroon

The cassete

A/N:
I decided that Maroon isn't actually a successful author for the sake of the storyline

Also I want to thanks @KatieSchmidt325 for voting for my story :) That really made my day and gave me motivation to already publish this chapter today, so a special thanks to her

"Good morning Scarlet" she hears her neighbour shouting over in her direction while she gets her mail out of the rusty mailbox. The maroon mailbox. While looking at it Maroon notices again that it actually never ended up looking maroon as she and betty, well sort of on purpose but still on accident mixed the colours wrong.
Despite not ending up like planned one can see in Maroons eyes that she adores it and gets sucked into the memories of colouring it.
After hearing a car driving past her Maroon snaps out of her thoughts and suddenly notices the package beside her mailbox. It doesn't seem like a package from close family or friends as these are usually bigger but also she never orders something off from Amazon and likes going out for shopping more.

When she finally looks closer on the package she notices the postal code on it.
'No... that can't be!' she thinks.
'When did he find out' her thoughts go further.
As fast as Maroon can she runs into the house and searches for a scissor to open it up.
Instead of finding what she expects she finds an old cassette like the ones from her grandmother in it.
After inspecting the address on the package again she finally notices that it isn't just is from near Nashville but her grandmothers old house though no one ever bought it after being on the market for years.

The now very invested woman searches for a cassette recorder as fast as she can and can already feel book ideas come about a mysterious package.

When finally finding the old cassette recorder she stops for a few seconds as she remembers the old times with Taylor recording their own songs on her grandmothers cassette for fun and play it afterwards.

"No!?" she thinks loud already thinking about the worst that and questions if "it was sold?"
By the thought that 'in that old house are so many memories' Maroon almost begins to cry.
'That must be why it got send to me' she then begins to conclude.

Then with her whole body shaking she sits down and puts the cassette recorder on her knees. Next her hands long for the cassette from the mail though at the first try they miss. Not on accident but on purpose as the scared look on the women's face show off. As of that grown women doesn't really want to listen to the recordings of the cassette recorder or maybe even doesn't want to know or remember what's on their and the memories with it.

With the second attempt the shaky hands put the cassette into the recorder and after missing also the play button once the cassette played its audio.
"When the morning came we..."
After not even hearing the first line Maroon stops the cassette.
'No, it couldn't be! No!' she thinks over and over again though she could recognise that voice everywhere.
Well, she could recognise that type of poetry everywhere. She could recognise that type of reliving memories in the whole universe or even more.
Before even processing what just happened and playing the cassette further a key turns the lock of the front door open and the cassette goes right under the old nasty sofa.