polaroids; malum

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When he first found the box that dreary October evening, he wasn't sure if he believed what he saw. He spilled the crate over the table, and the familiar images rushed to his eyes. Sunsets, beaches, drinks, bars, piers, Ferris wheels, and of course, his face.

It had been exactly two months since they had broken up. Two months of solitude. Two months of guilt. Two months of sadness.

They were supposed to go to a Halloween party later in the month, and supposed to spend his birthday together. They had planned all of these things to, and they barely got to do any of them.

The relationship had lasted a while, nearly two whole years, but it came to an end that fateful august afternoon. They had been out all day, but the could tell that something was wrong. He wasn't his usual smiley and goofy self, he was much more reserved and drawn back. He had asked what was wrong, but didn't get an answer. They went to his apartment, the apartment they were talking about sharing soon, and the night ended in tears and angry cries that probably woke the neighbors. The door slammed as he left the building, vowing to never go back, ever again. He never wanted to see his face in the rest of his life, and told himself that he'd stay away from him. He sprinted for blocks, not wanting to turn back to what he had just left behind, or what he was forced to leave behind. 

okay, so I didn't proof this one at all, it's 10:41 pm and I'm listening to A Fever You Can't Sweat Out to keep me inspired so if anyone sees any problems with grammar, spelling, etc, pleeeeeaaase message me

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