Everything Blue [ OMHK, Book 2 ]

Vivian

Oak Hill Cemetery.

The deteriorating welcome sign of the graveyard looked extra miserable as I pulled up to the gates of hell, as I liked to think of them.

Actually, I didn't like to think about the cemetery at all. I didn't like to think that there were dead bodies buried underneath my feet as I walked through the dirt, and I definitely didn't like to think that my sister was amongst them, either.

As I reached her gravestone though, I came to terms with the fact that I had to think about it anyways.

The grey marble glints in the early morning sunlight, and I just stare. I stare, and I stare, until I can't stare anymore.

I couldn't stare, because my vision was blurred with salty tears that threatened to flood over whether I liked it or not. Collapsing onto my knees, I choked back a sob as I spoke.

"Hey Vivian," I whispered down at her headstone. It was just a chunk of rock and it definitely wasn't my sister, but I refused to look down at the ground underneath me, knowing that her body was sitting just feet below mine.

Four years of decomposition couldn't be doing Vivian well, I stupidly decided. Her being my twin made my thoughts much worse, somehow. I couldn't stop imagining myself, except... dead-looking.

It was unfair.

It was unfair that she had died, and not me. It was unfair that I was cowardly enough to refuse to pay my own sister a visit for such a long time.

It'd been seven months since I sat in this very spot, sobbing my eyes out for the twin that I'd lost. Crying didn't make anything better though, and I knew that.

Sniffling, I tried my hardest to hold back my tears.

"Hey Vivian," I repeated. "It's been a while..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say. How the hell do you have a conversation with a dead person?

I disliked the word dead. It seemed too permanent.

Not present, I finally decided to myself. Vivian simply was not present.

"A lot has changed since you've been gone," I finally tried again, digging my fingers into the soft earth beneath me. For a second, I paused, but then almost laughed at myself as I realized that I'd been waiting for a reply.

You don't get a reply, silly. Just keep talking.

"Um..." Talk about Tyler! "Oh, so, I met a guy?"

Silence, obviously.

"He's... great. His name is Tyler. Uhh, Tyler Joseph. You would like him," I continued awkwardly. "He has really pretty eyes, and a pretty voice."

I smiled to myself, feeling a little less tense.

"Yeah, he's great. I lo-" I stopped suddenly, a wide grin forming on my face.

"I love him," I giggled, my cheeks warm.

I wasn't used to saying that I loved someone. I never had to do it before.