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The jacket was on the hook. Pain and anger stabbed into Prizma's heart. Normally she would have been grateful that her sisters were helping with the cleaning around the house but this was her bedroom. And his jacket. The jacket she left were it had fallen.
Her legs gave out and she sank onto the edge of her bed and stared numbly at the jacket. So blue. Like his eyes. Her own eyes filled and she blinked fiercely, leaving her eyes hot and itchy. It's been too long. You should be done crying by now, her mind informed her. It shouldn't hurt this badly.
She could hear the door open at the other end of the house as one of her sisters came home. Moments later it opened again and she could hear all three loud, happy voices.
"Hey, where's Prizma?" asked Avery. "She should be home by now."
Prizma rose hurriedly and tried to summon a smile. She couldn't quite and so she just went out from her bedroom.
"Hey sis." Birdie said brightly. Catzy was busy dumping her cosmetics on the table for an impromptu sales pitch to Avery.
"Which...which one of you was in my room?"
"I wouldn't have." Birdie said.
"Not me." Avery replied.
"You know I wouldn't." Catzy said.
"Someone went into my room and...moved the jacket."
"Why would I move anything?" Avery took off her hat and brushed off some invisible lint.
"It's just a jacket Prizma." Birdie said blankly.
Prizma put a hand to her temple and tried once more to keep the sorrow firmly beneath the skin. "Catzy, you understand, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do sis. But I didn't touch it. Anyway," she said, changing the subject, "I've done so well selling cosmetics that I got a raise so I'm taking you all out to dinner!"
"Good job!" Avery and Birdie congratulated. "Come on! Where do you want to go?" The girls started heading to the door.
"I think I'll stay home. I...I'm not feeling so well." Prizma said wearily.
Her sisters gave her concerned looks. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Prizma walked back to her room. She could hear her sisters exchanging worried whispers before they finally left.
It's not fair she thought silently. He would have loved this life. He wanted it so much. She sighed and stepped onto the balcony, feeling the cool air seep into her bones until she was numb. It really wasn't fair. He couldn't have stayed any more than I could have if it were one of my sisters in danger. She cut off the thought, she'd been down that line of thought a million times and it all led back to the fact that he was gone. It was never fair with people died. It was just less fair if you loved them.
She wanted to go back to her room and rip the jacket off the wall, put it back exactly where it had fallen, still smelling of him but she couldn't. She couldn't touch it. Couldn't touch him.
Sorrow made her heavy and the meager sunshine couldn't banish it. With a sigh she slid open the door and stepped back into her room, numb fingers curled into fists. Why couldn't she just get over him? It had happened so long ago. What was wrong with her that she couldn't move on?
Someone knocked at the door and Prizma went wearily to answer. How often now had her sisters left their keys on the counter? She opened the door.
"I promised I'd come back," he said.
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