That One Letter. Larissa Weems x Reader

Chapter 72- Gone For Good

   "Larissa..." You stood at the door frame connecting the living room with the hallway, with the box in your hands. "Yes, dear...oh..." She slightly sighed as she looked, to see your numb expression. "Can, we talk... about this." You motion with your eyes towards the little box in your hands.

   She immediately gestured for you to come sit down on the sofa beside her. "I hope you don't think I...Y/n..." "Are cheating? No... I don't know. I don't want to think that... I just want to know why the box is still in your closet." The thing that got you upset wasn't that Larissa hadn't gotten rid of the box, but the fact that it was still buried in between her sweaters in the back of the closet as if it was still holding secrets you had yet discovered.

   "Y/n, dear..." She quickly cupped your cheeks with her warm hands and looked straight into your eyes, her blue sapphire orbs almost holding you captive, "I need you to just listen and not overreact...can you do that? Please." She wasn't letting go of your face until you simply nodded, already trying your best to keep yourself from bursting into tears. You were stronger than that. You can't be a crybaby!

   "All right..." She straightened her back as she scooted a little bit closer to you, "I can promise you I have not had any contact with Morticia, except professional one because Wednesday still deserves a place at Nevermore. But don't be upset, by what I'm going to tell you." What can make you upset? Is it something worse than cheating with her high-school ex? Oh God, you hoped she wasn't dreaming about her again... you possibly wouldn't be able to do this if it was true.

   "How do I start..." You were surprised to find this highly intelligent woman who never ran out of vocabulary, struggle to find the right words, and form sentences, "Since all that happened, I have been wanting to do something with the box. I know how much this box has put you through alone, and I didn't want you going through that again, but here we are!" She laughed sarcastically, in a way where she was mocking herself. All you could do was place your hand over hers to show you you had her attention and perhaps support.

   "I just haven't gotten the nerve to take it out of the closet. Not because of the wrong reasons, but just because I don't know what to do with it." She lowered her gaze toward the box you were still holding in your hands. "Well...it is out now... maybe there is an idea stirring in your big brain somewhere." You weren't going to tell her how much you wanted that box gone, burned, buried deep under, left somewhere, and forgotten because it was Larissa's choice. "I don't know..." She let her head fall into her hands as she loudly groaned, showing you her desperation.

   "Okay... Let's find what you want slowly...with baby steps. What do you say?" You scoothed yourself closer to the woman to show her your support. "What do you mean?" "Okay... I will ask you a question, and you have to answer it with the first thought that comes to your mind. That way, we will truly know what you want." You replied. "Sure. Why not."

"Umm... how does the box make you feel right now? As I'm holding it?" You asked the first question.

"Agitated. Makes me think about Morticia hurting you." She didn't waste a second and immediately replied. Her response made your heart flutter.

"And how did the box make you feel when it was buried deep in your closet?" This was a question that was bothering you.

"It made..." But before she said anything else, she looked at you dead in the eyes, "promised me not to freak out. Okay." This made your stomach turn a bit, but you just simply nodded.

"It made me feel trapped with all the bad memories..."

"Then why did you keep it?" You interrupted her, not understanding the reasons why you were supposed to freak out.