Deux mois plus tard (Two months later)
"Marigold where's my tooth brush?" Alex yells from the bathroom in our small penthouse.
It's been two months since Clary passed. My mum made me move in with Alex right after my sister's passing. She said it was for our grieving time. But a week ago she told me her "Plan to get Marigold and Alex Together!"
Il ya une semaine (One week ago)
I walked into my parent’s large wood house after receiving a call from my mum. "Mum?" I called out into the empty house. Moments later I hear footsteps rushing down the stairs. My mum smiles when she sees me.
"Mari!" My mum brings me into a warm hug. "Come sit." She lets go and sits in the living room.
Memories of Clary and I playing in here flood back. Hitting me like a ton of bricks. I sit next to my mum and take off my jacket that’s covered in snow. Damn Canada weather. "So why did you call me?" I ask.
"I have a plan. It's called "Get Marigold and Alexander Together!" My mum smiles at her plan.
I let out a sigh and look down. First Clary and now mum. Oh lord please help me.
"Come on Hun. I know you used to have a little crush on him!" Mum flashes me a bright smile.
"Mum that was 3 years ago. Before Clary and him were married." I mentioning Clary makes my mums face stiffen.
Mum looks down at her lap. "He looks at you differently."
I raise an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me I'm ugly?"
'No, no. I mean he looks at you with love and caring."
heure actuelle (Present Time)
Love and caring. Yeah right. Just the other day he said he wished I was Clary. Which lead us to getting in one of our weekly fights.
"I don’t know! How would I know?" I called back to Alex who was still looking for his tooth brush.
I hear Alex let out a loud sigh. "You were in here last. You should know."
"I don't go through your stuff!" God he can be so irritable.
Alex mumbles something but I only catch the last word. "Useless."
"What did you just said?" I raise my eyebrow at him.
"You're useless." He says louder.
"I'm sorry I didn't know I was the person who had to keep track of your tooth brush!" My voice raised as I got into the sentence.
"You know sometimes I wish you were the one who had gotten cancer. Not Clary." Alex yells back.
I look at him in utter shock. "I'll be in my room." He mumbles and storms off into his room.
Tears fall down my face. Sometimes I wish I was the once who had gotten sick. Not Clary. She was the better twin anyways. Medals and trophies framed her room when we were teenagers. She always got the better birthday presents. She also got better grades. While I never had any trophies nor medals. I always got the crappy birthday presents and i failed in school. I slowly make my way to our piano. My finger traces over the keys as my tears fall onto them. Slowly I start playing.
Step one, you say, "We need to talk."
He walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk."
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Soon everything around me fades. The lyrics take over. After I'm half way through the song I hear a door open and foot steps. I ignore them and continue playing.
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
When I finish playing the rest of the song Alex's voice spends around the room.
"You're amazing."
I don't say anything. I just sit there and look at my hands on the keys. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said before." Sincere fills his voice and all the range from before leaves.
I slowly get up and walk towards him. His figure towers over me. I wrap my small arms around him and rest my head on his chest. His large arms wrap around my small figure. Everything we said before seems to fade away and leaves us alone. Soon he pulls away and kisses my cheek and goes back to his room. I walk to mine and lay on my bed rethinking what the hell just happened.
I played the piano.
Alex said I was amazing.
He apologized.
I hugged him.
He hugged me.
He kissed me cheek.
Wow.
Picture of Alex on the side + The Fray How to Save a Life
