Buried Wishes ✔

Chapter 13: Stupid! I'm so STUPID!

~ [Liam] ~

I sat on my couch for what seemed like forever to forget the image of Mason kissing Evelyn's neck. It didn't work. I groaned as I finally gave up on my own mind and got up to start cleaning the mess that Mason left. Ev at least cleaned up after her Capri Sun, though I don't think she put it in the right trashcan.

After clearing the coffee table, I walked over to look into the waste bin where Ev threw her empty drink pouch. As I picked it up, I noticed something else shift in there that I didn't recall tossing out. Eyebrows scrunched, I grabbed the little scrap of paper and noticed the handwriting on it.

Ev's handwriting. Or at least, her high school handwriting.

"I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me, how much I feel for you."

What... What the fvck?

Did she write this to Mason? Why did she throw it out here, geez, I did not need this. I was already struggling having them be a couple around me. I know it sounds selfish, but it's hard, alright?

I just... it hurts.

The strip of paper was creased in a certain pattern along its length and I started to wonder why. Why here? Why this bin? I tilted head up to look for any indication and froze as my eyes landed on the jar of tiny little stars.

Slowly, as if time had stopped, I grasped the jar and stared at it as the pieces inside rolled around.

No.

It's not possible.

But if it was... then that means-

~[Flashback]~

"Happy Birthday!" Ev exclaimed as she handed me a gift in the shape of a box.

"Thanks, Ev," I grinned at her, careful as to not drop the gift. We were sitting on her roof by her bedroom window and I was having a pretty bad day.

Mason was out of town and my mom had told me she was too busy at the company to get home on time today. I mean, she said she was sorry and even bought me a cake which sat in our fridge, but I was still bummed. I'm way too old to care this much but it's just been a gloomy day. Until now.

Ev always made things better.

I didn't know if it was just the way that she spoke or the things that she thought, but everything about her made everything okay for me.

I opened the gift to reveal a glass jar filled with little... stars? Geez, there's a shit ton in there.