"Everything in life happens for a reason." That is what Olivia Green's family always told her, but she disagrees. Olivia is convinced that the world is out to get her after her life takes a turn for the worse, and her whole world falls apart. After...
It's Saturday evening, and I am trying to pick out a dress. I pick through all of my options with distaste. I sigh in annoyance and throw myself onto my bed. I grab a pillow and groan into it with frustration. I hear a deep chuckle from the doorway, and I look up. Keiran is standing there watching me with amusement.
"What do you want," I growl at him. He chuckles again and leans against my door frame with his arms crossed. He needs a bigger shirt. This one is making his biceps pop too much.
"I heard you getting upset, and I decided to grace you with me presence and offer my assistance to you. What's the issue?"
I sit up on my bed. "Aunt Kerstin has some 'very important news' as she put it, and is taking us out to supper. Apparently the restaurant is fancy and professional, so I have to dress nice. I would much rather just wear sweats."
Keiran walks into my room and approaches my closet. "You have plenty of nice dresses in here. What's your problem?"
I sigh loudly. "I just feel like all of the dresses are wrong for the occasion. They are all either too ugly, too uncomfortable, too formal, too informal or too small. I don't even know why I own most of those."
Keiran looks thoughtful for a moment before turning back to my closet. He rummages around through my clothes for a couple of minutes while I watch him with interest. Finally, he turns back around and faces me.
"I see what you mean by none of the dresses are right. This was a difficult task, but I think that I found the perfect dress for you. It's fancy, but it's also simple and comfortable I think." He holds out a cute black dress.
The dress is short, looking like it will reach just above my knees. It is made to hug the body and fit to the body's shape. There are cute lace patches at the top and bottom of the dress. All in all, I love the dress.
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I smile lightly as I look at the dress. I forgot that I had this one. I haven't worn it yet because it is a memory of my mother. She bought me the dress during one of our girls' days. Now that I think about it, it was our last girls' day before she died.
"I can't wear that," my voices chokes out through my sudden sadness. "It reminds me too much of my mother. I can't wear that after what happened. Plus, it looks really nice. I could never pull of a dress that pretty."
Keiran looks at me in disbelief. He sets the dress on my desk chair and sits down right beside me. "Don't you think that your mother would want you to be happy? Don't look at the dress as a bad memory of her. Be more positive. See it as a way to be closer to her. See it as a memory of your relationship with her."
Guilt starts consuming me and my heart clenches. "But I can't wear it when I am the reason she is dead." I feel tears start to fill my eyes. Keiran notices this and wraps me in a hug before I can start fully crying. A few of my tears leak out onto his shirt.
"Trust me when I tell you that whatever happened was not your fault. I can see that whatever happened is hurting you so you don't have to tell me, but I will always be here if you want to talk. What I do know is that your parents loved you unconditionally. Wear the dress and bring honour to them. Don't push their memory away from yourself because of guilt."
