Chapter Four: The Memory Box
A/n: Pheely moment!
Friday
Keely Teslow fingered the gray cube Phil had given her. She had no idea what it was, or what it did.
Phil had told her to wait until Friday. It was Friday.
She set the cube down on the desk. "Begin." She told it, just as Phil had told her to.
A holographic picture sprang up off the top of the cube. The pictures held so many memories. There was Max. Tia and Seth. Owen and Via. Pim. Bradley. Everyone they had known. The pictures stopped.
The image of Phil sprang up, pacing.
"Hello, Keely," the image said. "If you followed my instruction, then by now it's Friday, and you probably won't ever see me, or my family again. The day I gave you this Holo-cube, I lied to you. Hackett didn't give us two days to convince him, he gave us two days to leave.
"Please understand that I didn't tell you because I couldn't. I wanted my last memory of you to be happy. Please don't cry, Keely. I'll find some way to keep in contact. And we won't forget you. I promise.
"I left you another gift, in the cabinet where we first found Curtis. I promise you'll understand when you see it.
"And because I'm gone, I think it's safe to tell you the only secret I kept." He paused for a moment. Then he looked up at her. "And that, Keely Teslow, is that I've been in love with you since the day we met.
"Good bye, Keel, but not forever. I hope." He closed his eyes and the picture winked out.
"Oh, Phil," she moaned. "Why?"
She picked up her guitar.
"Why didn't you tell me? We could have been something. For a while at least. Now I'll never know."
She closed her eyes and began to sing.
A/n: this song is mine.
Ok, Diffy, here's the deal.
you waited too long to tell me how you feel
well now I know and you're hours gone
and all I've got let is a box and a song
goodby, but not forever, you said
I'll see you again in the future ahead
my ashes behind me, my fire I've spent
and still I'm left to wonder where you went
you've already left and gone away
memories of you always will stay
you told me to late to let me ask why
and I'm too young to scream and I'm too old to cry
well now I know and you're hours away
I've said nothing 'bout what I wanted to say
too bad you left before I could tell you
the way you feel is how I feel too
we could have been together, just you and me
but we'd opened our eyes and still couldn't see
I understand why we had to hide
afraid to show how we felt inside
its to late to share and you're hours gone
your memory is held in a box and a song
your box, my song
my song
my song
this song
for you
A/n: wow, lyrics are hard to write. next chappie coming.