•24• Tears

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Riley's POV

I started fiddling with my moms keys.

I was so bored.

I have no friends, it's official.

"Hun, what's wrong?" My mother asked.

"I'm bored." I shifted in my bar stool chair.

My mom dropped a box of brownies on our island.

"Make something. Clean your room. Play the Wii. Call a friend. Watch Netflix. Go party!" My mom said throwing her hands up in the air.

I just simply answered.

"Eh."

I ran upstairs and laid on my bed scrolling through Pinterest.

Oh, how I keep pinning things, that I will never do.

Lightbulb.

I'm going to clean my closet out!

I waddled to my closet.

I started throwing unneeded clothes and school junk away, putting the clothes in a bag.

*40 minutes later*

I was reaching the end of my closet when I saw a black bag under a hoodie.

I pulled it out and then remembered.

*flashback*

He pulled something out of his carry on back pack.

It was a big black bag.

I raised my eyebrow.

"What's in it?" I asked.

"You'll see open it when you miss me."

Well that's going to be every second.

"Or just open it when you get home." He said.

"Riley, I have to go. I love you." He put a soft kiss on my cheek and headed towards the door of boarding.

"Goodbye." I whispered softly.

*flashback end*

I picked it up gently.

I made my way over to my bed and sat criss crossed.

I remember this.

I forgot about it the second he left and threw it in my closet when he left.

I never opened it.

I took out all the tissue paper that's toppled on top and throw it on the floor. I close my eyes and reach in, this was a heavy bag so either there was one really big thing or there's just a lot in it.

I felt thick fabric.

I took it out and it was big.

It, was one of Shawn's sweatshirts he always wore. I hugged it.

His cologne started to fill my room.

I reached in again.

There was these three bags of our favorite candies.

My eyes started to water.

Then there was more, pictures of us together, pictures of him.

A tear fell from my eye. I quickly wiped it away. I reached in feeling around. I felt a envelope.

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