Calum Hood is the first person to make Rysk feel since her boyfriend J died in a car accident two years ago.
Rysk is undoubtably falling for Calum. Can Rysk risk losing anymore loved ones?


8. Boxes

I put on a fake smile and spoke. "Did you come back to annoy me or to make me break down again?"

Calum frowned "You forgot your bag in my caa." He looked at my face and frowned even more. "Are you alright Rysk?" he stepped froward holding my shoulders so I couldn't turn away.

"I'm fine Cal, thanks for bringing my bag back. You can leave now." I tried to be soft but failed miserably.

"Can I come in?" Calum peeked over my shoulder at the boxes.

I opened the door just wide enough so that he could slip past me.

"Cozy." he joked

"We moved in three days ago, what did you expect?"

"Furniture." His smile turned sad when he looked at me. "What's wrong?"

My eyes flicked to the box. J's box.

He saw and went over to the box. Studying each item carefully. Without touching anything.

"Was this your boyfriend? the one that died?"

I nodded "His name was J. "

"Tell me about him?" he sat down on the floor.

"We grew up together, my father and his parents were really close friends so we were always around each other."

I smiled "He always said we were inseparable as magnets. When we were around ten it just seemed right to date and see where that lead. So we did."

"One night, we went to a party. We got pretty drunk. I drove was driving us home until I drove us over a bridge into the river."

"J drowned, and my best friend Mina was paralyzed. She died three days later. And all I got was a few cracked ribs and a broken heart." Tears started to escape again.

Calum shifted till he was beside me with an arm protectively around my shoulders.

"After the funeral J's parents threw everything he owned out. They pretended he'd never even existed. All that is left of him is that box."

"About a month after J died I'd had enough with his parents, I couldn't handle them without a huge argument."

"And while J's family pretended he had never existed, that's all anyone else could talk about. I was always that girl, the one who's boyfriend drove over a bridge drunk."

"The lawyers and police all thought it best that no one knew I was there. So that I could have at least a little normalcy, but I don't think it helped. Not really."

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