(Explicit) The Ethereal

Chapter 1: Arrival

Luka's Pov.

I winced at the sound of tape screeching loudly from its holder as I dragged it across the top of a box, securing the lids together.
My last box containing the rest of my stuff.

More like securing that my life was totally over at this point, I mean, how else am I suppose to feel?
"Alright , let's get going! Hurry up!" I heard my mom call out from the living room.
I picked up my last box of stuff, containing collectible Knick knacks from my friends, and took a few steps back.
My eyes scanned around my bedroom, painted purple for years.
I turned and left, deciding I now hated the color purple forever.

I put the box in the trunk, went around and relunctly hopped in the passenger seat. My mom smiled at me, a pity smile, as my arms crossed.
I just couldn't look at her right now, it was too much, and I was too mad.
My friends who lived down the road sat on the curb across the street and waved goodbye.
But I couldn't look at them, either, my eyes darting downward at my scuffed and well loved yellow high top converse.

My dad died 2 months before we had to move.

I had two months to grieve and 2 months to pack up and sell my stuff, to sell his stuff. To decide what I wanted to keep of his and what I didn't.
I kept as much as I could.
At one pain during a garage sale, we had people come in and look around at everything.
An older couple wanted to buy the candy cane decorations. You know the ones you put out during Christmas along side the outside walkway?
The ones that light up and have different movement settings?...
Those were me and my dads.
Christmas was Our thing...
Decorating for Christmas was our thing.

I didn't even have a moment to realize what was happening, until I seen they were being sold and in someone else's hands. I was still Heavily grieving his death..that he was gone and I Just couldn't think. I couldn't think at all.
I was more than overwhelmed.
All I could do was sob, and I sobbed hard over those damn candy canes. After finding out why I broke out into a panic, my mom convinced them that they were no longer for sale and gave the money back, explaining why.

Because it was a reminder that he was never going to be around for Christmas ever again.
I wasn't ready to let go.
Was never ready to say goodbye.
In my head, I'd rather go , just not him.
Just.. not him.

I realize now that, while our bond was nothing but love, it was too dependent. He was depressed
And eventually, I found out later on , that I was too.

I was the last to say goodbye and the first to find him not breathing. ..
I quickly wiped my eyes at the memory.

He's gone now, and there's nothing I can do to bring him back.
My bestfriend is never coming back.

I glanced at mom,
It was her fault. It was all her fault.
All they did was Fight ..
Screaming and yelling at each others throats ..
Throwing things across the room, letting me get in the middle of it... but they just ignored me.
They didn't see me. .
I bet she's happy he's gone so she doesn't have to deal with him anymore..

My finger tips dug hard and uncomfortably into the soft fuzz of my sweater sleeve, trying to calm myself down.

My boyfriend didn't even bother to see me off today, because he was working at his stupid part time job at the supermarket.
So I was mad about that , too.
We were going long distance and he couldn't even skip work for one day? The last day?!