Chapter - 25

Ivy's POV

I made my way into our room. There, on the floor in front of our bed lay a carton made of cardboard. I briefly wondered when I began thinking of this room as ours instead of just his or mine. Probably somewhere between agreeing to share the same bed as him and kissing him. I shook the thought away, focusing on the box instead.

I heaved it up onto the bed before sitting cross legged in front of it on the bed. Slowly, I took the tape off of it. I didn't know what I was supposed to feel as I opened the box and looked at it's contents.

There wasn't much in there, the box hadn't been very big to begin with so I hadn't hoped for much. Inside, there was a large file, a leather bound journal and a small photo album. 

I picked up the photo album first, memories floating in the front of my mind's eye in a rush as I flipped through it, stopping on a picture from my eighth b