50 Things I Hate About You (COMPLETED)

I Hate That You Always Wear Black, Like Dude, There's Other Colors

Onyx refused to get out of bed Christmas morning.

I shouldn't have been surprised, as he'd been bipolar for the last week and a half; one second he'd been comforting me and acting more like his old self, the next he was an emotional, short tempered wreck that'd walk away and barricade himself in my bedroom, refusing to leave it or let me in until he'd worked through his anger.

Mom was doing a little better, but I could see the sadness lingering in her eyes as she made breakfast, occasionally looking to the seat Olivia occupied every Christmas. She tried at small talk, but I was so lost in trying to figure out a way to bring Onyx out of my room that I only responded absentmindedly. By the time I'd given up on pacing the living room, I jogged up the stairs and knocked on my door. When he didn't respond or make an attempt to open it for me, I slipped a bobby pin into the knob and the door clicked a few minutes later.

He rolled over in my bed so he was facing me in the doorway, eyes wide in shock momentarily, but were soon back to their emotionless state and he huffed a quiet, "Go downstairs, Aurora."

Okay, so he was in one of those moods.

"No." I crossed the room to him. "I want you down there with me."

"It's not happening." he didn't look at me as he snapped the words through his teeth. "I'm not celebrating without her."

I lowered myself onto the bed and moved until his head was across my lap and my fingers were buried in his hair. "So you're just going to stop living?"

"Yes."

"You think that's what Olivia would want?" I questioned. "You think she'd want you to completely give up on life after she's passed?"

He flinched. "I don't care what she'd want. She's dead."

"Onyx, I know how much you're hurting. I am too. So is my mom." I brushed my knuckle along his tear stained, blotchy cheek. "But your mom wouldn't want this. She was so full of life, Onyx. Nothing ever brought that woman down. She wouldn't want us mourning her death and not living. She'd want us celebrating the life we do have. If you don't want to live for yourself, you need to live for her."

He didn't move or answer, so I took it as my sign to continue.

"At the rate you're going, you'll never graduate high school, you won't go to college. You'll probably push me away and you'll watch me find love with someone else and marry them. You—"

"I get it." Onyx finally interjected through his teeth. "Love that beautiful picture you've crafted of our future, Aurora."

I sighed. "My point is that you need to live, Onyx. I'm not telling you that you can't feel or have emotions, or that you can't have days where all you want to do is lay in bed. I'm not saying don't get sentimental over songs or movies or books that remind you of her. I'm just saying you could hole yourself up and isolate yourself from everything and everyone."

"She's right."

Both Onyx and I looked to my mother in the doorframe, tears misting her eyes. She slowly edged closer, and once she reached us, she took Onyx's hand in her own.

"Olivia was the most beautiful person I'd ever met. Not just in her physical attributes, but in who she was inside. She loved you two kids with everything in her." my mom said to him. "She knew of the cancer, Onyx, she knew she wouldn't make it, but she didn't want to leave you alone. She didn't want you to feel this way. The anger, the bitterness, the hurt. She fought it for so long, baby, but she stopped kicking when she saw you getting closer with Aurora. Because that's all she'd ever wanted, was to know that you had someone at your side when the time came."