I checked the mail, smiling like an idiot seeing a piece with my name on it. I brought it inside with the rest of the mail. Sitting at the table, I opened it, reading the letter from my mom. Y/N we miss you. A call back would be nice. Visit soon, love you. -Mom. I opened the rest of my package. It was our old photo album.
I flipped through it, stopping on one particular picture. My eyes watered and I gently brushed my fingers across the photo. Seeing her face again brought back unwanted and unwelcome emotions. Camila walked into the kitchen, immediately seeing me crying. "G-Guys! We have a code 11! I repeat we have a code 11!" She yelled. Code 11 meant I was having an episode.
They gathered in the kitchen, surrounding me. "Baby, what's wrong--why're you crying?" Normani asked, wrapping her arms around me. "I'm fine, don't worry you guys," I sniffled, kissing her hand. "No, you're always there for us. Let us be there for you," Camila said. I pointed to the picture in my photo album. "Alright, it's this picture? What about it?" She asked. I stared at the picture, my heart sinking as time went by. "She was my neighbor's daughter. We were both ten when this was taken," I spoke. "Mmh, keep going, babe," Ally comforted. "She was basically my first girlfriend. That day when this was taken...she dumped me for some neighborhood boy," I said.
They exchanged looks, letting out some chuckles. "So you're upset because you got dumped by your childhood fling," Lauren said. "N-No, you guys don't understand. I never saw her again after that day," I said, getting fed up. " Y/N, this was years ago. She's probably moved on with her life by now," Dinah said sweetly. I slammed my fists on the table, angry they'd spoken on something they didn't know. "You don't know anything...anything. She was kidnapped two days after this was taken, they never found her," I fumed, walking off from the table.
Normani grabbed my arm, stopping me from walking. I snatched my arm away, upset they'd laughed. "C'mere, we didn't know. We didn't mean to upset you," she said. I stood there facing opposite of them. My blood was boiling. I didn't want to tell them in the first place. "Seriously, we're sorry," she said. "Fuck your sorry. You all can...can.........fuck this," I said, breaking down in tears.
Five strong, soft, inviting pairs of arms drew me in. Each provided a certain feel of comfort. "What can we do to cheer you up?" Camila asked. "I-I'm fine now, I just want to be alone," I said. They understood, letting me take my album to my room. I wasn't prepared to encounter those old feelings. She was so young, she deserved better.
