When Words Fail

Chapter 19

I was scrolling down my phone, reading an ebook to pass time. My Psychological Assessment professor was out so I'm free the whole period. I decided to sit at the park outside the library. Luckily for me, majority of the students have a class at this hour so I rarely see students walking around.

When I finished the ebook I was reading, I don't know what came into me and I scrolled over my contact list.

There weren't much in there tho. It was just my mom's, dad's, mom's driver Ed, my roommates, and of course Ollie's number.

It's been almost 5 years since he died. When I got my new phone a year ago, I figured I still know his number so I saved it. I'm not really great at moving on, you know. But aside from his death itself, something bugged me after it happened.

I feel like something happened after he died, but I don't remember what.

His name in my contact list drifted me back years ago.

I was 14 when he died. Well, 13 years, 11 months and 29 days old to be precise. It happened so quickly but slowly at the same time.

Our family's rich, not to brag or anything, so as a fourteenth birthday, my parents decided to give me a yacht for a present. Yes I know it's too much for a fourteen year old girl, but it was what they decided to give me. My mom owns three prestigious schools in Australia, and my dad owns a very famous travel agency so they earn so much money than necessary.

My mom and dad told me we'd go for a dinner in a yacht, but they didn't tell me it was mine. When we arrived, Ollie was there, holding a box of my favorite chocolates.

He was in tux and he really, really looked good.

He kissed me in my cheek and whispered, "Hi sweetheart, happy birthday." And gave me the chocolates. I hugged him and he told me he loved me. My brother's just too sweet.

We ate in harmony under all the lights in the yacht and Ollie was animatedly telling a story about his professor. It was his first year in college that time. We were having our main course when my parents finally told me the yacht was mine. As a typical child, I jumped to my feet and hugged them. I wasn't close to them since they're always out, but I appreciated their big gift.

"Come now Midori, why don't I get a hug too?" Ollie pouted. It was our special bond, we were the only ones who call each other by the second name. He was Steven Oliver and I was Aaiana Midori.

He once brought a girl home who calls him Ollie. I heard it and didn't talk to him for a day. He was the one who told me only the two of us can call each other by the second name. So yeah I got annoyed when the girl called him that.

The next day, he went into my room with my favorite donuts as a peace offering. I of course could not resist the donuts and him so I forgave him.

"I just gave you a hug like an hour ago." I said but after a few sec, I gave in to his adorable pout and hugged him.

We finished our dessert and went to watch the calm sea and feel the cool breeze at the top of the yacht. My parents stayed at the table downstairs to have wine so it was just Ollie and I.

"What do you feel right now, Midori?" He asked me.

"Full!" I exclaimed with glee as I rubbed my stomach.

He laughed. "No sweetheart, I know you know what I mean."

"I'm so happy. No, I'm beyond happy, Ollie." I said, inching closer to him and he embraced me.

"I'm happy you feel like that." He patted my head.

"Tell me you're happy too." I looked at him and saw him smiling.