Memory Box M.B

The box

It's like the box had eyes and everywhere I go they follow.
It's like they stared into my soul begging me to open the box and relive every memory that was attached to the items inside.
"I can't open it, not right now" is what I told myself every time I felt the eyes on me.
"It's been 3 months and I have been just fine".
"No you are not fine, don't lie to yourself. People who are fine don't cry every single day".
It was like 2 people inside my head fighting 24\7. One telling me that it's okay to cry and the other telling me I'm fine and that I should suck it up and get over it.
I can't.
I can't get over it because he was all I had.
It sounds cheesy but he really was like my other half.
He completed me.
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"I'll have the usual" I said pulling out my wallet.
"Gotcha" The barista said grabbing a cup from the stack next to the register and writing, Aria, in small black letters on it.
I come here everyday and order the same thing every time. They know me by name and they know my order my heart, so when I come all they do is write my name on the cup and they know what I want.
After I got my drink I found a small table in the corner, sat down then pulled out my laptop.
I looked up at the small tv up in the corner and saw a hockey game was on.
Being a Toronto native, I learned that hockey was always on.
Then I noticed.
I looked close at the players and I saw him.
Wearing his orange and blue #13 jersey with the Ny Islanders logo on it.
He turned around and I read the last name on the back just to make sure it was him.
"Barzal" I read clear as day.
I gasped and clapped my hand over my mouth.
He looked so different, his hair was longer and he looked like he hadn't slept in days.
My eyes locked on the tv refusing to look anywhere else.
The sight of Mat playing used to make my happy because I knew he was doing what he loved, but now it made my eyes water and my heart hurt.
I closed my laptop and slipped it back into my bag then grabbed my drink and headed for the door.
"Leaving so soon" the barista said as she wiped the counter down.
"Yea I have to meet a friend" I said slightly looking down in attempt to hide my lie.
And with that I was out the door and on the busy streets of Toronto.