Say Something (A Pentatonix Fanfic)

Chapter Four:

     Kirstie applied the creamy lipstick, the thick, buttery rouge coloring her plump lips. She smacked her lips, making sure both of her lips were evenly coated, before flashing a weak smile at the mirror. Today was a painful day; the one-year anniversary of one of the worst days of her life.

     The day Avi Kaplan informed the group that he was leaving.

     May 11, 2018.

     One of the worst experiences of her life, besides her wedding day, of course.

     Kirstie leaned over the clutter of makeup on her vanity, her hand grasping for her favorite mascara, when her hand touched the smooth album cover, the colossal, bulky album consisting of her recent hobby. Flower-pressing, that is.

     She loved flower-pressing now; one of her favorite things to do, besides singing or writing, that's for sure. The idea of saving dear treasures close to her heart, the idea of cherishing the beautiful lives of flowers; it brought joy and satisfaction to the empty part of her soul, once empty due to her marriage, now somewhat filled, due to this new hobby.

Her fingers wrapped around it's entirety, as she carefully held the album, opening the first page. She sucked in her breath, a few tears present on her cheeks, due to what was revealed on the first page.

Her roses. The crimson, velvety bouquet, with silky petals, tied tightly with the ivory ribbon. Now flattened by her favorite book, The Great Gatsby, its blossoms papery thin.

     They were her roses, one of the dearest things in her heart. They were her reminder, the only reminder left of her past, now that she's stuck in her broken future. They were her roses, their roses, Avi and Kirstie's roses, the only remnant left of Kavi.

     Kirstie wiped her tears with the back of her hand. It was useless thinking of that now. She was married, and Avi was gone. To be forgotten in her life, eventually.

She dabbed the the wetness around her eyes with a tissue, before standing up, slipping off her furry robe and her satin pajamas, draping a grey hoodie and leggings over her bare body. She put on her checkered Vans, marching out of the bedroom, pulling herself together.

She needed to stop thinking of Avi. She had bigger problems right now, problems that will get even bigger by each month. How on Earth was she to fake her pregnancy?
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     Scott dragged his feet to the door, rubbing his temple furiously. Why did he bother going out last night? Clearly, the alcohol didn't help at all.

     His fingers jumbled around to grasp the keys within his pocket, only for him to realize he left his keys in his other pant's pocket. He just had to be so stupid.

     I guess the only thing left to do is to knock.

     Scott thumped on the door, quite loudly, as he waited for Mitch to come and hopefully open it.

     And apparently, Mitch was feeling nicer today, rather than letting him sit outside until Mitch decided to go out.

     The door flew open, revealing an exhausted Mitch, with his chartreuse eye mask atop his ruffled brown hair, draped in a matching satin robe and furry slippers. The robe was rather short, accentuating Mitch's slender legs.