Endless

One

I grab the silver dress and I walk over to the room divider so I can change behind it. slipping off my black pants and my shirt I pull on the silver dress and turn to look in the mirror. the silver fabric hugs my waist, it is a little loose around my chest but the corset can probably fix that, the slit comes up to my thigh and the sight of me wearing my aunts dress makes me smile for the first time in weeks. "mom can you help me with the corset?" I call out. mom is behind me in a second helping me lace up the back of the dress as she talks about how much Adena loved corsets. when she is finished with the laces mom steps back and looks at me wearing it. 

"you look so beautiful in it," she says with a small smile. her smile is both sad and happy, I know how much she misses her best friend. "A would have loved to see you in this. hell, she probably would have made your entire closet, she would have loved making all you kids your baby clothes. I wish she was here." 

I turn around to hug my mom again, "I wish I could have met her," I whisper as mom hugs me tightly. "I would have loved to wear her clothes every day." 

"she really would have loved you," mom kisses my forehead. "she made some pretty badass dresses. the best dresses I have ever seen."

"don't tell my sister that," I laugh with my head resting on her shoulder. 

"your father is already her favorite but saying that would start a war," mom laughs

"yeah we would all be dead from her wrath." 

"your sister does have her moments, she seems so quiet and calm but the minute someone says something she doesn't like," mom smiles and pulls away from the hug. "boom, the world will go up in flames." 

just as the moment of happiness started, it ends. my laugh turns into a small smile and my smile turns into my normal face. I turn around to look at myself again in the mirror, my hands brush over the delicate stitching and the fabric. this dress is perfect in every way, my moms best friend made this, my aunt made this with her two hands and that fact makes this dress feel so much more special. 

I reach down and pick up my dagger, the dagger with the willow tree carved into the delicate wood handle. dad gave this to me when I was younger, he said that mom got that for him when they were living in Dor and he said he wanted me to have it so that I could protect myself with the blade that has never seen a single drop of blood. I guess he wants me to have this because he thinks that since he never had to use it he hopes that I will never have to either. I strap the dagger to my thigh and I slip on a pair of heels. 

"I should go get ready for dinner," mom says. "you look beautiful and I will see you soon." 

she closes the door behind her and I walk over to my vanity table where I touch up my dark makeup. I run a brush through my long black hair, it's still thick and curly from when I braided it last night so I don't do too much with it. I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes drifting down the length of my raven colored hair that has been dyed many times over the years. 

he used to touch my hair and comb it with his fingers and stroke it tenderly. he always said how much he loved my silver hair and how it perfectly matched my gray eyes. now the long waves of hair that fall down my back are black. black, just like my fathers hair and just like my heart.  he always talked about how much he loved me, but the woman he loved is gone. 

she died when he left her and she will never be back. 

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