For the Final Event, we were supposed to create an emotional Christmas. If the Casters have families, wouldn't the Shadows do as well? I went with an English wedding style because it looked SO much better than the Kimono I drew...
OMG I HATE THIS STORY DELIVERY!!! I'll have to rewrite it sometime...
Moonlight was going through her attic to find Christmas decorations when she spotted her mother's wedding dress and ringbox. Moonlight put on the dress so she felt like her Mother was still with her. In the picture, Moonlight is holding the ring box.
Chilled, stale air met my lungs as I pushed up the attic's seal. My hands drew dusty as I pawed across the old wood, the grainy material biting into my flesh. Twisting my head this way and that, I searched the cardboard box towers. One of them held the Christmas decorations that were long since used. I mentally kicked myself for waiting until December 23rd to put up the festive garments...
There they were! I shuffled to the worn box that balanced precariously atop another. I dully wondered how it hadn't toppled over yet. With only a tad effort, I shifted the cube into my hands and began sliding back to the seal when something caught my eye. Thick, transparent plastic, layered in white dust, covered a beautiful, long dress, accompanied by a small wooden box and a larger cardboard one. Hesitantly, I laid the box of ornaments down to lift the dress. A pang of grief shot through me.
It was my mother's wedding dress.
My body went rigid at the realization. How could I have forgotten her? Christmas was her favorite time of year! She loved the snow and the lights and the songs and...
My heart clenched and my cheeks grew hot. No. No, I couldn't do this. I dropped the dress and snatched the Christmas box before dashing out of the attic. Nearly slamming the seal shut, I nearly sprinted to the living room, throwing open the cardboard box. Maybe decorating would lift my spirits...
But my mood didn't rise. No matter how many ornaments I hung on the tree, no matter how many gifts I wrapped, no matter how many lights I strung, my mind drifted back to the dress, my heart refusing to meet the merry atmosphere. Tears gathered in my eyes, threatening to fall. My head pounded with my heartbeat. My breath grew labored, gasping against my collapsing lungs.
I wanted to forget Mother, but at the same time, I shamed myself for such a thought. She was a part of my family! She was with me through every storm, every heartbreak, every grade, every holiday...Except this one because she's DEAD!!!
Get it through your thick, relentless skull you idiot! She. Is. GONE!!!
She's NOT coming back!!!! She'll NEVER come back!!!!
I gasped and fell to my knees, sobbing. I'd admitted it. I'd been telling myself the same thing for years, yet I never seemed to get passed it. I wanted to move on. I wanted to be free. Forgetting was not the answer. Grieving was not the answer. So what was...?
Heaving a breath, I stood on shaking legs. I knew what I wanted to do. It might not work in the long run, but it would help me heal. It would help me get through the Christmas Season.
I climbed the latter to the attic's seal. With hesitation, I opened the seal and poked my head inside. There lay the dress, sprawled across the flood within it's protective cover. Shaking fingers fumbled with the hook and lifted it. I gently hugged it to my chest as I left the attic once more, feet planted firmly on the floor. As if on autopilot, my feet carried me to my room, shutting the door behind me. I stared into my dresser mirror. I was a mess.
Lavender hair poked out of a once clean pony tail. My bangs fell over my red rimmed, puffy eyes which still glistened with tears. Disgusted with myself, I placed the dress on my bed before cleaning my face. I pulled out the ponytail holder and watched as pale locks of hair cascaded down my back. I stared at myself in awe. I almost never let my hair completely down and had forgotten why...I looked so mature. So unfamiliar yet...I couldn't quite place why I seemed to know the girl that stared at me through the mirror.
Shaking the thought away, I slipped out of my clothing before stepping into the dress. White lace and silk lifted to my shoulders as I slipped on the delicate sleeves. Smoothing out the dress, I looked to the mirror once more. I felt a strange sense of...pride, for lack of a better word. A smile grazed my lips. I truly felt different now. Maybe, a foolish part of me thought, Mom is within the dress. Maybe she's hugging me. Maybe.
Turning on my heel, I padded to my living room, standing in front of the window. I watched as the chilling white snow met the dull, grey floor below, specks of dulled green and brown reaching my eyes. The clouds were stormy and thick, preparing for a heavy release later that day. My fingers ran over the smooth, polished wood of the ring box.
Perhaps my mother was still there. Maybe she is, maybe she isn't. Either way, I knew what I was going to do for Christmas. Picking up my phone, I dialed the according numbers. After one, two rings, a voice was heard on the other end.
"Hey, sis. Do you want to come over for Christmas?"