The Night Hides Scars >> Kellic A.U.

Chapter 2

Oli and I decided to start packing a few boxes here and there of the stuff we didn't always need. However, what we didn't account for, was the times when we would actually need those things.

There was an extra room in our current house which we were using as a guest room. We never had any guests over, so I don't know why we didn't turn it into an office or something, but it never mattered to us.

We put all the boxes that we'd gathered over time in that room, even some old ones that probably haven't been looked through in years.

So now, I found myself rooting around through the boxes, looking for a particular mixing bowl that I needed to make an egg salad that Oli's mother loved. Yes, the stupid bowl was important and non-replaceable.

I had been searching in this room for about an hour and had most of these boxes turned upside down already. But I still couldn't find that damn bowl.

Ten, maybe fifteen boxes were strewn around the room opened, and some, torn apart and simply destroyed. They were on the bed, near the window, some tumbled off of the bed and landed by the window, and some were still at my feet. And I was quickly losing my patience.

My frustration was at it's peak when I whipped around, ready to kick a box like a soccer ball, and then I saw the closet.

"Last chance, you stupid bowl, or you'll be lost forever." I grumbled and walked toward the closed door.

When I opened the door, I half-expected a cloud of dust to rise up and slap me in the face, and maybe a dozen rats to run past my feet. However, that didn't happen.

I was met with towers of boxes that I forgot existed until now.

They weren't towers of course. I was just short, though I would never actually admit it.

When I took a few steps forward I tripped on, oh look at that, a box. Then, when I fell, I hit my head on, guess what, a box.

"Fuck! Ow..." I rubbed the back of my head because the box that I hit happened to have something hard in it.

I turned around to open it, hoping it was the bowl. But I certainly was not expecting to see what I did again in this lifetime or the next.

-7 Years Ago-

As soon as I saw him step off of the plane, I ran straight onto the tarmac with tears streaming, adrenaline practically ravaging my body.

When I got close enough, and obviously didn't slow down, he dropped both of his duffel bags and finally embraced me in what felt like an eternity.

"Oh my god. You're home. Vic, I missed you so much. You're home. You're home. You're home. You're home. You're home. You're home. You're home." I said in between each little kiss I powdered his face with.

"Yes, yes, I'm home. God, Kells I've missed you." He hugged me even tighter, if that were possible. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, and he leaned his head over to the side so it was comfortably rested on mine.

At this point, I just let the tears fall freely. Every few seconds I would sniffle and Vic would rub my back to calm me down.

I heard him inhale deeply, and then felt him smile, happily and comfortably.

"You smell exactly how I remember. Like mint and rose water. I missed it."

I giggled slightly. I knew he loved that I smelled of roses. I loved it too, but that didn't make up for how girly it was. Good thing neither of us cared.