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Chapter 5

Author: WeeWoo
When I got home and finished changing, the doorbell rang.

The five of them stood outside.

Jack spoke first.

"Where's the bracelet?"

I held the door.

"What?"

"The one you gave Chloe yesterday. She was wearing it earlier and now it's gone."

Hunter glanced at the towel in my hand.

"You two were closest just now."

I nodded slowly.

"So you came to me?"

Chloe stood in the back and said quietly, "Maybe I dropped it. It's not necessarily..."

"Let's look inside first," Claude said.

He reached to push the door, so familiar with the motion that I didn't react in time.

For eighteen years, they'd never felt they needed an invitation to my house. My parents treated them like their own kids, and I'd always thought that meant closeness.

Until Hunter walked into my room and pulled open my desk drawer.

"Don't touch that."

He didn't look up.

"We'll leave once we find it."

Jack opened my closet and saw half the hangers empty.

"You packed this early?"

A suitcase stood by the bed.

Ethan glanced at it.

"Stanford doesn't start yet."

"I know."

Hunter smiled.

"Really planning to move out for a few days and make us worry?"

No one waited for my answer.

Claude pushed aside the freshman materials on my desk and flipped through the papers underneath. The road trip map I'd printed slid to the floor.

He stepped on one corner and kept looking.

Chloe suddenly pulled a silver chain from the side pocket of her canvas bag.

"Here it is."

The room went quiet.

She blushed.

"I was afraid it'd get wet when I washed my hands, so I took it off and put it in there. I forgot."

I looked at her, then at the four of them standing in my room.

Claude let out a breath first.

"Good, you found it."

No one closed the drawers they'd opened.

Chloe walked over and handed me the bracelet.

"Sorry, Vivian. You should have this back. It has all your names on it. It doesn't really suit me."

She said it softly.

Yesterday, when she accepted it, she hadn't thought it didn't suit her.

I took it and shoved it into my coat pocket.

"Can you leave now?"

But her gaze went past me to the lit computer screen.

It was the video project I'd been organizing.

The frame was frozen on my sixteenth birthday. On the wooden deck by the sea, Claude smeared a bit of frosting on the tip of my nose, and I laughed and hid behind Jack.

"So you were making a video," Chloe said.

Hunter walked over.

"I knew it."

"This is my backup."

I reached to close the laptop, but Claude pressed his hand on the screen.

"Didn't we agree you'd organize the usable footage?"

"I didn't agree to give you these."

The hope in Chloe's eyes faded.

"Just the parts with all of us. I won't take your shots."

"Then use your own footage."

"Vivian." Claude's voice cooled. "Does it have to be like this?"

I stood in front of the computer.

"This is my laptop. Please leave."

He looked at me like his patience had finally run out.

Then he walked around me and grabbed the mouse.

"Since you care so much about whether you appear, then no one appears."

On the screen, a row of video files with my name on them was selected.

I reached to stop him.

Hunter grabbed my wrist.

"It's just a few videos. Is this really necessary?"

"Let go."

The delete prompt popped up.

Claude looked at me and pressed confirm.

The file list went half empty.

I knew there was another backup on a different drive.

But when the sixteenth birthday footage disappeared from the screen, I still felt something heavy press down on my chest.

The boy in that video had said, when we grow up, I'll marry you.

Now he'd deleted that sentence with his own hand.

Claude let go of the mouse.

"Satisfied? You won't be in any future memory videos."

I looked at the emptied folder.

"Okay."

He seemed to be waiting for the next line.

Waiting for me to cry, to push Hunter away, to chase after him like when we were kids and demand, how could you do this to me.

But I just pulled my hand free and closed the laptop.

"You can go now."

---

After they left that day, I locked my bedroom door.

My phone buzzed with a flight reminder.

Takeoff tomorrow morning.

I put the camera in my suitcase and taped a small piece of tape over the crack.

Then I zipped it shut.
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