A Cup of Fate

24th Phase: Why We Love

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24th Phase: Why We love

Harry’s POV

“Can you hold this for me?” Maggie asked as she handed me a wooden box of her old stuff that has been rotting in her basement for a long time now. “I’ll get the other boxes down stairs.” She said as she made her way to the basement where piles of her untouched belongings were kept for years. I’m actually at Maggie’s place. Remember when I told her that I’ll give her room a makeover? This is that day. I drove from LA to San Diego to fulfill my promise to her. She went back to San Diego 2 days ago and I really did miss her fun-filled attitude. I can now officially say that we’ve been really good friends.  

I carefully placed the musty box on her study desk. As I sat on the edge of her soft bed covered in peach cream textured linen, I looked around. My sight stopped to that old dusty box sitting on the gray-colored desk of hers. I noticed how its wooden sides were splintered along the bottom and a worn coat of faded blue paint was still visible across the top. I stood up from my seat and slowly paced towards the desk, my feet taking one step at a time as it comes in contact with the maroon carpeted floor. I ran my hand along its lid; I was surprised at the smooth, cool feel of the wood. She must have taken a good care of it and perhaps had stored something special in the box.

I gently lifted the lid up. I meddled through her stuff, my hands going through each object I touch. There’s this diary of her that I didn’t bother to read, books at the corner of the box and loads of other objects that seemed to be precious to her and none of it interests me. Not until I found this picture inserted in a certain book. It caught my attention because I saw Maggie’s face popped out. I took out the picture from the book. The Polaroid picture seemed old because of its sides fading into yellow. I felt my lips quirk upward as I saw Maggie’s beaming grin that seemed to light up the entire picture. She was with a bloke of her age. His arms were around her and he did seem dishy too. Maggie appeared to be extremely happy. I can see it by the way her brown hazel eyes glint with the sun rays. This person must be really special to her considering she made Maggie this gleeful in the photograph.

“Hey,” Maggie yelled. Her voice startled me, making me fumble with the photo and quickly slipping it into my pocket. “Why are you meddling with my stuff?” She asked as she peered at me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” I began to trail off when she shifted her face from serious to a blissful one. “Nah. I’m kidding.” She suppressed a small cackle. “You can go meddle with that stuff. There’s really nothing important there; just a bunch of old school memories.” She said amicably.

“Well, if it’s really nothing then that means I can ask you things with relation to these, yeah?” I asked as I pointed out the objects in the box.

“Yeah. Sure. What’s the worst possible question can you ask me with that, right?” She chortled, placing her hands on her hips.  

“What’s with this picture?”

Maggie’s POV

“What’s with this picture?” Harry asked as he took out a photo from his pocket. My eyes widened to the sight of my picture.

“Where’d you get that?” I said as I snatched the photo from his hands.

“From the box.” He simply replied. I took a minute to stare at the picture. It was a photo taken in our backyard 4 years ago, with me and James on it. It was our first summer together after we started going out. We were actually having a barbeque afternoon with his mom and mine when the sprinkler went on causing us both to get soaked and our moms took the pictures of us messing around. I caught myself smiling at the photograph on my hands. “So?” Harry spoke, interrupting my reminiscing moment.