Angels {Brendon Urie/Panic! At The Disco} -COMPLETED-

The Box

‘’Go on, go inside’’ Brendon gently pushed me through the doorway of Ian and I’s house. Which now I suppose was just mine.

The cushions from the sofa were on the floor and the blanket was messily laid across the corner. The TV remote was hanging off the stand and the washing machine was beeping. I turned the TV off standby and walked into the kitchen. There were still a few pots that I’d left out, and the trash hadn’t been taken out yet. I bent down and poured all of the clothes from the washer into a basket. Ian’s shirt was on top of the pile. I sighed and blinked back my tears before carrying the basket into the utility room and loading everything into the dryer. Brendon was fiddling about with stuff in the lounge, attempting to tidy up the place. I walked back through to him.

‘’So, what now?’’ I looked at him and he stood up from the sofa.

‘’You got a box?’’ Brendon asked, looking around the room.

‘’What?’’

‘’You know, a box’’ Brendon shrugged, ‘’a special box that someone gave you or something’’.

‘’My grandma gave me a box before she passed away. It’s empty though’’.

‘’Where is it?’’

‘’In that draw’’. I pointed to the sideboard and Brendon walked over and pulled out my grandmas box. I was an old, dark oak box that was glossed and had sharp edges. The hinges were gold and there was a mirror on the inside of the lid. I had never found any use for the box so I kept it in a draw.

Brendon took off up the stairs and I guessed that I should follow him. Since he had the box and all, God know what he was doing. I quickly jogged up the stairs and followed Brendon who entered Ian and I’s bedroom. Brendon sat down on the bed and opened the box. Patting the space next to him, I sat down.

‘’In this box, you’re going to put tons of little things that are special to you and Ian. Then you can either keep it, or we can go to the church and…you know’’ Brendon expressed this through his hands and I nodded.

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’So…what’s special?’’.

I looked around the room. Every little thing seemed so special now, even Ian’s underwear, as weird as it was. I took a walks around and my eyes soon settled on something. I picked it up and carried it over to Brendon.

‘’It’s Ian’s guitar picks, they had my name on’’ I handed Brendon the box. He gently opened it and took one out. Sure enough, right on the side, ‘Natasha x’ was printed on them all. He put them inside the wooden box.

‘’What’s next?’’

I picked up one if Ian’s empty cologne bottle and put it inside the box. I still had one that was ¾ full, so I could keep that one.

Soon enough, the box was full to the brim with sentimental things. Most of them belonged to Ian, but I had decided to put in the ‘Oasis’ record that Ian had gotten me. It was signed by the band but Ian had also written on it, wishing me a happy birthday. I put one of Ian’s pyjama t-shirts on the top and closed the lid.

‘’Should I give some of this stuff to Ian’s parents?’’

‘’If you want to, I’m sure they already have plenty, they wouldn’t want you to give up all this stuff anyway.’’ Brendon put his arm around me and I lay my head on his shoulder.

‘’I’m not ready to let go yet Brendon,’’

‘’Neither was Ian’’.

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