"YOU KNOW," OLIVIA GRINNED AS she pulled back the blanket and climbed into bed with me. "Ice cream and cheesy romance movies cheer me up when I'm sad." I simply looked at her and she widened her smile, patting the top of my head gently. "I know. I'm not being very helpful right now and I know I'm not Harry. It's just...I'm trying the best I can to comfort you, all right? I'm not a professional when it comes down to these things but that doesn't stop me from trying."
She laid her head down on the other pillow but never looked away from me. Billy brought her back from the funeral not too long ago and I tried to look okay. I tried to look like nothing was wrong. I expected Olivia to cry about the funeral and I was going to be there to comfort her and listen. However, the tears never came. She was fine. In fact, she was laughing about the other people who were crying, calling them all fakers and liars.
"Violet was crying more than Jillian's grandpa," Olivia was saying when she walked through the front door. She was laughing and that was strange. "She didn't even like Jillian! I mean, come on. If you're going to cry, at least have a reason for it. Did you see me crying?" Billy shrugged his shoulders, kissed her on the cheek, and left because it was his night to get his sisters from their dad's.
I pulled the blanket over my head and Olivia yanked it back, taking a few strands of my hair with it. When I looked at her, she frowned and stretched out across the bed, placing her head on my stomach. I watched it rise and fall as I breathed and she stared up at the ceiling. This scene reminded me of when Harry and I were listening to his music back at the herb shop. He asked me if I trusted him and he placed his head on my stomach. At the time, it made my heart explode and made my stomach twist and turn. Now, the memory made me angry because I no longer had Harry and I was left behind with all of these beautiful, heartbreaking memories. I groaned and grabbed the pillow Olivia was previously laying down on. I placed it over my head and screamed into it, not really satisfied with the results.
"If that's your way of saying you're ready to commit suicide, it's very pitiful and needs more work."
I hit her with the pillow.
"You need a distraction," she stated, standing up on the bed. I raised my eyebrows as she started jumping up and down. "You know, something to get your mind off how depressing your life is right now."
"Gee, thanks," I rolled my eyes.
"You could continue to mope around and become this depressing person who never sees the best in life or you could come up here with me and jump."
Before I even had the chance to give my response, she reached down and pulled me up into standing position. She started jumping again and I crossed my arms across my chest, digging my feet into the mattress so I would not fall. Every time she went up, she squealed, excited to come falling back down. The bed was big enough for the two of us to jump but I just was not in the mood. I wanted to lay back down and think about what I was going to do next. It was obvious some people did not want me here and I was thinking about granting their wish. I was probably going to leave for good this time. Besides, it would be best for everyone.
"You're not jumping," Olivia frowned.
"And you haven't fallen off the bed, yet," I grinned.
"Very observant," she plopped down on the bed, dragging me down with her. "I like that. We can go to the park and push kids off the swings or go down the slides where our feet are already at the bottom once we sit down at the top."
"I didn't know we were reliving our high school years. I would have packed my retainer and acne."
"Shut up."
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Candles
Fanfic[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the w...
