Post by SUMMER ANN MORIS on Sept 6, 2024 11:34:47 GMT
No matter how much she wished overwise the day kept coming. It came around, and while Summer was very well aware that the world didn't revolve around her she just wanted this small mercy. 364 days instead of 365. One less day, or take the day and move it to balance out the missing days in February. Move the calendar around, it wouldn't be too hard for this small mercy. Just to not have to see the date, to what it'd lead to. No matter the standings or how awful her team was doing the day was always off practice, hell it was a day that Summer stayed within the confines of her home. Was it healthy? No. But this was far less likely to kill her than half the reckless things she did on a broom to escape her head. It was the one day that her best friend didn't have to worry about her getting hurt. Her best friend had such conflicting feelings on the day, but she knew, she could sense it through the bond she was so in touch with she didn't need to try nearly as hard to get the smallest glimmers of information that she was doing everything she could to keep all strong emotions at bay, and to resist the urge to say the words quietly just so she could say she said them. Whether she actually did or not Summer didn't know, she spent as much time out of Bell's head as she could, and today, hell she wished for the oblivion of alcohol than the awareness of the day and spending it in her best friend's head. Taking in a deep breathe she let it out slowly as she clicked on the date on her phone. She didn't need to see it to know what it was, but the sooner she saw it the sooner the pain that would lance through her at the sight would fade to a burn. There it was, a white highlight around a black box. June 20th. Her birthday.
Anyone else would feel wronged if their best friend didn't even wish them happy birthday but when her best friend didn't acknowledge it she felt relief. She designed her schedule around avoiding the mass populous today, to not have to give her birthday, to not have anyone who was aware of it, some fan or press, so happily say 'Happy Birthday Summer' when the day wasn't happy. It was her birthday but it was supposed to be their birthday. Them celebrating together. Them aging. Not her. Them. Her twin. Her dead twin would never age, never celebrate and with her gone so did any desire to celebrate the day. Some people had assumed that after Mia died her metamporphmagus abilities would be effected as could happen she'd been told, but hers had never waivered, she still changed her appearance at will, though she used her ability quite lackluster as it was mostly changed as the result of a strong emotion to the point those close to her had a color coded list as if it was a cheat sheet in how to handle Summer, which had amused her more than anything when she first heard of it, but she could change her appearance and it led her two the next task of the three she assigned herself to do today. Stepping back into her bedroom she stepped in view of the mirror with her eyes closed counted down to 10 and then opened them to stare at her reflection. Except it wasn't her staring back. It was Mia. The hand in the mirror didn't feel like her own as she reached up to wipe away the tear that trailed down her cheek as her other hand ran a hand moved from touching the blonde hair on her head to touch the cool glass, "Happy birthday sis! Dragging you shopping when I get home to celebrate us late." She told herself in her best attempt at Mia's peppy voice as she recited the text she'd gotten on the last birthday with her twin on this Earth. Releasing a shaky breathe she turned from the mirror and pressed her fist to her chest as if it'd ease the ache, letting her own appearance take over.
Falling onto the couch feeling as if she'd ran a marathon, worse since she had ran one though not in competition just for fun, she reached out for the bottle of alcohol she'd bought for today and took several swallows to let the burn of the liquor battle with the burn of the emotional pain. It wasn't fair. If it had to be either of them it should have been her. Hell, it should have been her when she was back in her seventh year and swallowing some potion just because she was too reckless to not do it herself, too protective over Isabella to let her be tempted by it. If it wasn't for Bell she wouldn't be here, wouldn't be feeling this agony, but then again, if the same events played out even without her, Bell would be entirely alone and lost today, mourning both of her best friends, her sisters as she called Mia and herself often, and as much as she hurt she wouldn't put any ounce of the burden and pain on Bell's shoulders. No, it was her weight to carry regardless how heavy the load.
Several hours and finishing the bottle off later she made her way to her feet, stumbling only a little, and to the portkey she'd already arranged for herself, and once it glowed and transported her to the set destination she managed by some small miracle to stay on her feet, though her stomach was unsettled and doing twists and turns for several minutes as she walked along the path to her destination, it was already growing dark so there wasn't anyone around but she felt the prickle of awareness of someone else being near, and sure enough she spotted the brunette head of hair as the pink stone came into sight fully, standing out amongst the others grey or black but Mia had always stood out and pink was her signature color so it'd made sense to have a pink headstone, it'd cost a fortune between the headstone and the pink jewelled casket but Mia had deserved to have her final resting place reflect her. Bright, bubbly, a ray of sunshine amongst dark clouds, a pink headstone in a sea of dull ordinary ones. "I figured you would have went earlier." Summer spoke to Bell as she approached the bond dulled with the alcohol but not entirely gone, she could still feel the presence of it as her best friend turned around at her voice, though Summer noted she had startled a little as if she'd heard a ghost and if it wasn't today, she'd tease her about it. But it was today so she put it away for later as she let Bell pull her in for a hug, linking their arms as she ended it and taking the last step up to the stone. Mia Emily Moris beloved daughter, twin, dancer, and friend. Summer reached out and touched the birthday on the stone running her fingers along the date she came into the world, the day they came into the world. "I knew you'd be here late. And I didn't want you to be here alone so I waited." Bell said breaking the silence and answering her early inquiry. Summer was grateful, and when Bell reached into the pocket of her sweatshirt and pulled out a solid piece of stone in the shape of a cupcake complete with candles and so realistic with the paint on it, she let out something resembling a laugh, "What is that?" She asked knowing what it was but knew without even having to try and access the bond that it was something Bell had had done. "A cupcake. Mia loved cupcakes and blowing out a candle for her birthday. So I had this one made. I figured we could put it up at the beginning of the month next year, and on her birthday come take it with us when we left. Obviously it's pink icing but I had them make the 'liner' blue for her house and because it's your favorite color." She explained and Summer reached out and took the cupcake from her hand and turned it noting the detail and placing it down in the center of the headstone, "Good idea, Bell. She'd love it." Mia would have loved it. It was the exact type of thing she'd have wanted not just the stone cupcake but it placed up for a whole month, Mia as a child touting it was her birthday month when she wanted something at the store.
"Happy birthday, Mi." She said quietly after the silence overtook the friends as they stood staring at the grave in front of them, Summer breaking it because she knew Bell wouldn't, Bell would follow her lead, which was one of the things she loved about her best friend, she let her take things like this at her own pace. "Happy birthday sisters." Bell chimed in, and Summer didn't miss the plural but if the only time she heard the words was when they were here and it was in the plural form she could manage that. Putting her hand in her version of a kiss goodbye the two best friends walked out of the cemetery and Bell side-alonged Summer home where they sat in the house and opened another bottle until midnight indicated another day had started and only then did Bell leave and Summer curled on the couch to sleep. Another birthday down, the rest of her life to go.
Maybe next year June 20th just wouldn't come.
Anyone else would feel wronged if their best friend didn't even wish them happy birthday but when her best friend didn't acknowledge it she felt relief. She designed her schedule around avoiding the mass populous today, to not have to give her birthday, to not have anyone who was aware of it, some fan or press, so happily say 'Happy Birthday Summer' when the day wasn't happy. It was her birthday but it was supposed to be their birthday. Them celebrating together. Them aging. Not her. Them. Her twin. Her dead twin would never age, never celebrate and with her gone so did any desire to celebrate the day. Some people had assumed that after Mia died her metamporphmagus abilities would be effected as could happen she'd been told, but hers had never waivered, she still changed her appearance at will, though she used her ability quite lackluster as it was mostly changed as the result of a strong emotion to the point those close to her had a color coded list as if it was a cheat sheet in how to handle Summer, which had amused her more than anything when she first heard of it, but she could change her appearance and it led her two the next task of the three she assigned herself to do today. Stepping back into her bedroom she stepped in view of the mirror with her eyes closed counted down to 10 and then opened them to stare at her reflection. Except it wasn't her staring back. It was Mia. The hand in the mirror didn't feel like her own as she reached up to wipe away the tear that trailed down her cheek as her other hand ran a hand moved from touching the blonde hair on her head to touch the cool glass, "Happy birthday sis! Dragging you shopping when I get home to celebrate us late." She told herself in her best attempt at Mia's peppy voice as she recited the text she'd gotten on the last birthday with her twin on this Earth. Releasing a shaky breathe she turned from the mirror and pressed her fist to her chest as if it'd ease the ache, letting her own appearance take over.
Falling onto the couch feeling as if she'd ran a marathon, worse since she had ran one though not in competition just for fun, she reached out for the bottle of alcohol she'd bought for today and took several swallows to let the burn of the liquor battle with the burn of the emotional pain. It wasn't fair. If it had to be either of them it should have been her. Hell, it should have been her when she was back in her seventh year and swallowing some potion just because she was too reckless to not do it herself, too protective over Isabella to let her be tempted by it. If it wasn't for Bell she wouldn't be here, wouldn't be feeling this agony, but then again, if the same events played out even without her, Bell would be entirely alone and lost today, mourning both of her best friends, her sisters as she called Mia and herself often, and as much as she hurt she wouldn't put any ounce of the burden and pain on Bell's shoulders. No, it was her weight to carry regardless how heavy the load.
Several hours and finishing the bottle off later she made her way to her feet, stumbling only a little, and to the portkey she'd already arranged for herself, and once it glowed and transported her to the set destination she managed by some small miracle to stay on her feet, though her stomach was unsettled and doing twists and turns for several minutes as she walked along the path to her destination, it was already growing dark so there wasn't anyone around but she felt the prickle of awareness of someone else being near, and sure enough she spotted the brunette head of hair as the pink stone came into sight fully, standing out amongst the others grey or black but Mia had always stood out and pink was her signature color so it'd made sense to have a pink headstone, it'd cost a fortune between the headstone and the pink jewelled casket but Mia had deserved to have her final resting place reflect her. Bright, bubbly, a ray of sunshine amongst dark clouds, a pink headstone in a sea of dull ordinary ones. "I figured you would have went earlier." Summer spoke to Bell as she approached the bond dulled with the alcohol but not entirely gone, she could still feel the presence of it as her best friend turned around at her voice, though Summer noted she had startled a little as if she'd heard a ghost and if it wasn't today, she'd tease her about it. But it was today so she put it away for later as she let Bell pull her in for a hug, linking their arms as she ended it and taking the last step up to the stone. Mia Emily Moris beloved daughter, twin, dancer, and friend. Summer reached out and touched the birthday on the stone running her fingers along the date she came into the world, the day they came into the world. "I knew you'd be here late. And I didn't want you to be here alone so I waited." Bell said breaking the silence and answering her early inquiry. Summer was grateful, and when Bell reached into the pocket of her sweatshirt and pulled out a solid piece of stone in the shape of a cupcake complete with candles and so realistic with the paint on it, she let out something resembling a laugh, "What is that?" She asked knowing what it was but knew without even having to try and access the bond that it was something Bell had had done. "A cupcake. Mia loved cupcakes and blowing out a candle for her birthday. So I had this one made. I figured we could put it up at the beginning of the month next year, and on her birthday come take it with us when we left. Obviously it's pink icing but I had them make the 'liner' blue for her house and because it's your favorite color." She explained and Summer reached out and took the cupcake from her hand and turned it noting the detail and placing it down in the center of the headstone, "Good idea, Bell. She'd love it." Mia would have loved it. It was the exact type of thing she'd have wanted not just the stone cupcake but it placed up for a whole month, Mia as a child touting it was her birthday month when she wanted something at the store.
"Happy birthday, Mi." She said quietly after the silence overtook the friends as they stood staring at the grave in front of them, Summer breaking it because she knew Bell wouldn't, Bell would follow her lead, which was one of the things she loved about her best friend, she let her take things like this at her own pace. "Happy birthday sisters." Bell chimed in, and Summer didn't miss the plural but if the only time she heard the words was when they were here and it was in the plural form she could manage that. Putting her hand in her version of a kiss goodbye the two best friends walked out of the cemetery and Bell side-alonged Summer home where they sat in the house and opened another bottle until midnight indicated another day had started and only then did Bell leave and Summer curled on the couch to sleep. Another birthday down, the rest of her life to go.
Maybe next year June 20th just wouldn't come.
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Notes: Needed to purge some emotions.