Title: Bittersweet Memories
Chapter: Prologue
Author:
tie-19Beta:
pwoperninjaelfPairing: Belldom
Rating: PG for now.
WARNINGS: None for this chapter.
Summary: AU. It has been five years, yet I never forgot him.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, Muse is never mine.
Feedback: Would really be appreciated! <3
Notes: I know I said something about a full month hiatus, but... Well. This happened.
Special thanks to the awesome
pwoperninjaelf who helped me beta-ing this fic and also suggesting the title!! <3
I don’t know what made me look through the files.
Today’s a Sunday, and I have nothing to do at home or outside. That is why, when I walked passed a neatly packed box, pushed to the side of my room - and because I forgot what the contents were - I became curious. So, I approached the medium-sized box, and my lips twitched up to form a small smile when I realized which box it was and what the contents were. It was the files, photos and some letters from about five years ago.
I remember now, this box’s purpose was to contain my memories.
My smiled widened when I saw a photo of me and my family on the top, amongst other things within the container, so I picked it up and put it securely in my pocket, before I started to dig through the box. Within seconds, my room’s floor was covered with letters and photos.
I know that it will be a pain to clean up later, but I don’t care as my mind settled into nostalgia.
I picked up an album which was neatly packed on the bottom of the box, and an envelope slipped through and fell to the floor. Curious, I gently placed the album down, as I moved to pick the envelope up and studied it.
When my fingers touched it, I could feel a strange, familiar feeling hit me. I turned the envelope over to see a messily scrawled ‘For Mr. Howard’ written on the face of the envelope, and realization hit me.
I smiled sadly as I open the envelope to pull out what was inside. I knew who it was from, but I don’t really remember which letter it was. When I pulled the paper out, a photo fell from inside the envelope. I turned my gaze to it as I picked it up and studied it for a moment, before I smiled sadly.
It was a photo of a boy aged around 18, who was grinning at the camera. His hair was a bit long and ruffled by the wind, his cheeks a slightly pink, because of the cold and about a half of his face was covered with snow. It may sound ridiculous, but I felt like I could hear his soft giggles around me.
I remembered him. In fact, I never forgot him.
There is no way I could forget the boy that I had fallen in love with.