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“What’s this?” I turned to Nino who was now holding at a familiar miniature white car. I grinned.
“Oh that. How nostalgic.” I looked back to my previous task and continued rummaging through the piles of boxes and whiffs of dust. “Mom used to be a travel agent and she would always be out of the country because of it. But whenever she’d come how, there would always be at least one souvenir from the country she visited. Hmm, not this one either. “Pushing away the stacks of book on one side, I searched somewhere else as I continued. “That’s from Italy, if I remember correctly. Italians mostly owned Fiats if I remember correctly so she thought she’d get me one. Fuck, it’s not here either.”
“Yours was a great childhood. “My hands stopped moving and I felt myself smirk as Nino sat beside me. “Well... it was. In its own little ways.” I smiled as I leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and careful at first, but soon it became an intricate dance of tongues. The contact remained until we were both out of breath. We broke the kiss, both of us heavily panting.
“W-We should probably find that chest.”
“Impatient, aren’t we? Turned you on, didn’t I?”
“Shut up Nino.” He gave me another peck, and I blushed. “You know the answer to that.”
“I do. Hahaha. But seriously though...” He stood up and took in the sight of the attic. “This place is so musty it’ll take years to clean!”
He was right. After that night, I never went up here again. I thought of it, but I never found the courage. Only after waking up, feeling the sun’s heat on my face and the lingering warmth brought about by last night did I find it.
So after a hearty breakfast (and a steamy after-sex in the shower) we made our way to the attic.
In my youth, my mom would often come here whenever she wasn’t playing with me. I’d always wondered why. The reason, I found out that night. I thought I would always hear muttering up here. I realized that was her repeating those words to herself like a mantra.
I also remember reprimanding her internally for not keeping the place clean for when I first entered the attic for the first time, a flurry of dust bunnies landed on my face covering me completely. I was mortified looking at the disarray of the stuff that was there. You’d think it wasn’t the attic but an indoor dump. It was just like her to make a mess and not clean it up after wards.
Coming up here and seeing the attic the same way I left it made me laugh. The same scent of aging papers and the smell of varnish slowly fading.
“Fuck this shit. Where is that goddamned chest?!” As Nino ended his sentence and was starting to walk to the other side, his foot caught on a piece of red cloth sprawled on the floor.
“Watch out!” I bolted to him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back but my foot also caught on the cloth and the next thing I remember was falling back first to the floor. A loud thud echoed throughout the small room. I lay on my back and Nino lying on top of me while my hand still gripped his arm. Luckily, my body was able to cushion his fall. My back hurting like hell was a small price to pay for his safety.
It took a while for both of us to regain a hold of ourselves.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” Nino scrambled to get himself off me. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. No worries.” I sat up. “You’re a lot lighter than I thought you were.”
“Idiot, what’s that supposed to mean? Hmm?” He glanced up, a large casket that looked like it had been the thing covered by the red cloth catching his attention.
“Hey Aiba...”
“That’s it!” I exclaimed as I excitedly tore off the remaining cloth still on top of the casket and basked in the nostalgic feel and texture of the finely shaped chest. The smell of old papers pierced through my nostrils. My heart began to throb wildly in my chest as my eyes examined the large chest.
“Aiba? You’re shaking.”
“Aha~ Am I?” I guess I just don’t know what to do, now that I’m actually looking at the real thing. It’s overwhelming, I’ll be honest.”
Arms enveloped me from behind as I felt a body push itself on me. I let myself drown in the warmth it gave me. I didn’t look, but I could tell Nino’s looking like a tomato right now.
An adorable tomato.
“Nino?”
“We can open it together, if you’re that nervous.”
I stroked the hands that held me. “Great idea.”
With our hands clasped together, we reopened my past.
We stayed in there in what seemed like forever just going through the many treasures the, now seemingly little casket held. From time to time I would feel myself tear up, but Nino would wipe them away and give me his brightest smile and we would continue, sometimes laughing at my silly drawings, my mom and me’s picture together, sometimes crying at what my mom would write up until the day she died. Sometimes, were even in between. When we had finished, we closed the past once again and stared out the window and then to each other. And then, as if our minds were linked, we started laughing at each other, the sounds bouncing off the walls as we both come to realize that neither of us had noticed the sun coming up to greet the next morning.
“Oh that. How nostalgic.” I looked back to my previous task and continued rummaging through the piles of boxes and whiffs of dust. “Mom used to be a travel agent and she would always be out of the country because of it. But whenever she’d come how, there would always be at least one souvenir from the country she visited. Hmm, not this one either. “Pushing away the stacks of book on one side, I searched somewhere else as I continued. “That’s from Italy, if I remember correctly. Italians mostly owned Fiats if I remember correctly so she thought she’d get me one. Fuck, it’s not here either.”
“Yours was a great childhood. “My hands stopped moving and I felt myself smirk as Nino sat beside me. “Well... it was. In its own little ways.” I smiled as I leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and careful at first, but soon it became an intricate dance of tongues. The contact remained until we were both out of breath. We broke the kiss, both of us heavily panting.
“W-We should probably find that chest.”
“Impatient, aren’t we? Turned you on, didn’t I?”
“Shut up Nino.” He gave me another peck, and I blushed. “You know the answer to that.”
“I do. Hahaha. But seriously though...” He stood up and took in the sight of the attic. “This place is so musty it’ll take years to clean!”
He was right. After that night, I never went up here again. I thought of it, but I never found the courage. Only after waking up, feeling the sun’s heat on my face and the lingering warmth brought about by last night did I find it.
So after a hearty breakfast (and a steamy after-sex in the shower) we made our way to the attic.
In my youth, my mom would often come here whenever she wasn’t playing with me. I’d always wondered why. The reason, I found out that night. I thought I would always hear muttering up here. I realized that was her repeating those words to herself like a mantra.
I also remember reprimanding her internally for not keeping the place clean for when I first entered the attic for the first time, a flurry of dust bunnies landed on my face covering me completely. I was mortified looking at the disarray of the stuff that was there. You’d think it wasn’t the attic but an indoor dump. It was just like her to make a mess and not clean it up after wards.
Coming up here and seeing the attic the same way I left it made me laugh. The same scent of aging papers and the smell of varnish slowly fading.
“Fuck this shit. Where is that goddamned chest?!” As Nino ended his sentence and was starting to walk to the other side, his foot caught on a piece of red cloth sprawled on the floor.
“Watch out!” I bolted to him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back but my foot also caught on the cloth and the next thing I remember was falling back first to the floor. A loud thud echoed throughout the small room. I lay on my back and Nino lying on top of me while my hand still gripped his arm. Luckily, my body was able to cushion his fall. My back hurting like hell was a small price to pay for his safety.
It took a while for both of us to regain a hold of ourselves.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” Nino scrambled to get himself off me. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. No worries.” I sat up. “You’re a lot lighter than I thought you were.”
“Idiot, what’s that supposed to mean? Hmm?” He glanced up, a large casket that looked like it had been the thing covered by the red cloth catching his attention.
“Hey Aiba...”
“That’s it!” I exclaimed as I excitedly tore off the remaining cloth still on top of the casket and basked in the nostalgic feel and texture of the finely shaped chest. The smell of old papers pierced through my nostrils. My heart began to throb wildly in my chest as my eyes examined the large chest.
“Aiba? You’re shaking.”
“Aha~ Am I?” I guess I just don’t know what to do, now that I’m actually looking at the real thing. It’s overwhelming, I’ll be honest.”
Arms enveloped me from behind as I felt a body push itself on me. I let myself drown in the warmth it gave me. I didn’t look, but I could tell Nino’s looking like a tomato right now.
An adorable tomato.
“Nino?”
“We can open it together, if you’re that nervous.”
I stroked the hands that held me. “Great idea.”
With our hands clasped together, we reopened my past.
We stayed in there in what seemed like forever just going through the many treasures the, now seemingly little casket held. From time to time I would feel myself tear up, but Nino would wipe them away and give me his brightest smile and we would continue, sometimes laughing at my silly drawings, my mom and me’s picture together, sometimes crying at what my mom would write up until the day she died. Sometimes, were even in between. When we had finished, we closed the past once again and stared out the window and then to each other. And then, as if our minds were linked, we started laughing at each other, the sounds bouncing off the walls as we both come to realize that neither of us had noticed the sun coming up to greet the next morning.
