I pulled the last box between my legs. After hours of packing, my body was begging for some sleep. In my tired state, however, I longed for some nostalgia that hopefully a small cardboard box labelled "photos" would provide. I slid the blade across the tape, pushing the cardboard tabs aside to reveal a layer of photos, sprinkled carelessly above boxes of more photos and cards.
The dates and information on the back of each photos were useless to me. I identified immediately each memory as soon as I saw the picture. My heart felt heavy yet empty. In graduating school and moving out, I had planned to leave the past behind and forget. And yet, seeing us all together, I couldn't forgive myself. I had been the wedge that had driven us apart.
I breathed in the urge to cry and decided it was best to move on to something I hadn't just thrown in without looking at. Lifting the lid of a clean, white box, I felt the happy nostalgia I had searched for. My heart raced as I shifted through the photos dated throughout the months of 2015 and 2016. Holding hands, photos of him without him realizing, photos of me I never knew existed, photos of the many places we went together. I swear I could hear him say "come on, you look beautiful!" as I looked at photos of myself covering my face. The last photo he took was of the city while it poured. I remember that date clearly - the day that started out sunny quickly turned cloudy and ended with tears. And the photos stopped immediately after. My vision grew blurry.
"I remember that day. Worst day of my life!"
You scoffed with him as your blinked quickly, wiping your cheeks.
"I lost my camera to the rain. And for a second I thought I lost you, too."
He extended a hand, which you took with a smile, pulling yourself up to see his face with more ease.
"I'm so sorry I worried you. I thought you gave up on me then. But we've made it this far. A house, together." I sniffled between sentences, slowly looking up to make eye contact.
"And there's still so much more we haven't done."
He looked into my eyes, cupping my face before quickly pecking my lips. He rested his forehead against mine.
"I love you, Alex."
"I love you too, Y/N."
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A Song For Each Moment - Youtubers x Reader
FanfictionAs someone who always has their earphones in, music often brings back specific memories. Heres that idea incorporated into some one shots!
