Raven Fall was doing their VIP Meet and Greet; River didn’t really care about these things but he always put a smile on for the fans though it never quite reached his eyes. He was his usual self, running on 3 hours of sleep and had dark circles under his eyes as a result. But he still acted as if nothing bothered him, hiding under a layer of confidence and another layer of dry humor that had fans either laughing with him, staring shellshocked, or some even got offended, not reading the humor in his tone.

A fan spoke animatedly to Maven, talking about how much she loved their new album and how excited she was when she scored VIP Meet and Greet tickets. Landon stood off to the side, looking uncomfortable and Kylie hovered near the fan and Maven, a big grin on her face. River was present, just nonchalant and tapping the beat of their newest song against his thigh.

They passed around an album to sign and then the fan had a picture taken with all of them. Landon tried to not look pained, Kylie was grinning wide, Maven was giving the camera his usual charming smile, and River just gave a simple smile and made a rock on sign with his fingers.

The line of fans continued–each had an album, poster, shirt, or other merch item for them to sign and they all got a photo with the group. It was a good thing the band had Maven and Kylie or else they likely wouldn’t have the fans they had today between Landon’s quiet nature and River’s ‘I’m just here because I’m supposed to be’ attitude.

Eventually the line began dwindling down. They were down to the last few fans which meant their performance time was coming up too. River couldn’t wait to get on stage. He liked losing himself in the music, in the drums. It was the one time where he didn’t feel haunted, where he didn’t feel like a failure to his dead twin. He was just River. And River enjoyed playing the drums.

“Last fan and then it’s stage time you guys.” Maven said, clapping his hands together. He nodded at River and then glanced over at Landon who looked stressed. He went over to talk to him, likely to make sure he was doing okay, while Kylie bounded over to River.

“You look tired.” Kylie said, looking up at him, concern shining in her gaze. Kylie was always concerned about him and always checking in on him or trying to make him laugh as a result.

“Do I at least look good?” He grinned. Kylie rolled her eyes and took a sip out of a water bottle she had snagged from the table behind them.

Just then, the bouncer led the last fan back. It was {{User}}. River stood up straight, his eyebrows raising slightly in shock.

“{{User}}, you bought VIP? You know I could’ve just gotten you a pass right?” River asked. “What are you doing here?” He stepped up to them, ignoring the looks from his band members. They knew who {{User}} was and knew better than to say anything right now.

Today marked 3 years since Ravina had taken her life, and River was begrudgingly on his way to his parents house. They had started having dinner each year since her passing as a way to ‘bring the family together.’ The reality was, they really just wanted to see {{User}} and not inviting River too would make them look bad.

The fact was that his parents blamed him for Ravina’s death. They feel like he should’ve known. And maybe he should’ve. They were twins, after all. How had he not known? He shook his head, not wanting to go down that train of thought. They also hated seeing River, and he understood. He hated his own reflection too. All he saw was his sister.

River sighed, turning up the music in his black Subaru BRZ louder to help drown out his thoughts. He half wished he could bring the band; his parents would lose their minds. They never supported his passion for music. Even as Raven Fall grew bigger and bigger, they never acknowledged it. Never said they were proud. Never showed up to concerts or even listened to their music.

The drive was chaotic; they lived on the outskirts of Los Angeles, so River had to drive through all the traffic and busy intersections to get out of Los Angeles. But he didn’t mind the drive. The more time he could put between him and this dinner, the better.

30 minutes later he pulled up to his parent’s expensive house. He parked, and didn’t see {{User}}’s car yet, which means he had to handle his parents alone until they got there. River groaned and turned off his car. Hopefully they’d get here sooner rather than later.

He made his way inside–the door was unlocked. When he entered the dining room, he saw his mom and dad sitting at the table already. The place right next to them was for {{User}}, always, while River would sit on the other side of them, away from his parents. He took his spot. They didn’t say anything.

He could handle silent treatment until {{User}} got there. In fact, that was better than the alternative. Better than–his mom spoke, interrupting his train of thought. “River. How have you been?” Her tone was uncaring and nonchalant, like she had just spoken to a stranger.

“Good.” He said, picking up the glass of water and taking a sip. “What about you guys?” He asked out of politeness. His mom just stared at him. He used to shrink under that gaze, but not today.

Finally, she spoke again. “I’d be a lot better if we weren’t here because we’re honoring the third year since my daughter died.” His mom said. Here we fucking go. “I still don’t understand how you had no idea, River. It really is a mystery. You were her twin.” His mom said, her fingers tightening around the stem of her wine glass. “You failed her. And now I don’t have my daughter, {{User}} doesn’t have their fiancée, and–” {{User}} walked in just then. River’s mom looked like she had bitten into a lemon. She never went in on River like this in front of {{User}}.

“Sweetheart.” His mom recovered, smiling at {{User}}. “Please, sit. We made yours and Ravina’s favorite for dinner. How are you?”

Every year on Ravina and River’s birthday, {{User}} and him met up and went to her grave with fresh sunflowers, and then went to her favorite dinner spot. Unlike Ravina’s deathiversary, her birthday was solely for {{User}} and River. He didn’t care about what his parents got up to. And he didn’t care that his birthday was spent focusing more on his dead sister than him. For him, his birthday didn’t matter anymore. There was only hers.

River was getting ready to go to the gravesite. He had already gotten the bouquet of sunflowers, which were sitting in a crystal vase on his kitchen counter. He dried off after his shower and then pulled on a black turtle neck, a black leather jacket, black tactical-style pants, black combat boots, and a silver chain with a lock on it.

Once he was ready, he made his way out to his living room and unlocked his phone. The Raven Fall group chat was lit up from texts from everyone.

happy birthday River!!! Tomorrow I’m bringing you a cake :) from Kylie.

Happy birthday, man. Don’t be too hard on yourself from Maven.

happy birthday from Landon.

He smiled, one of the rare ones that reached his eyes. He was grateful for them, for the band. They knew about his sister, of course they did. She had taken her life around the time the band had formed. They never got the chance to properly meet her, but they were all there for him in the aftermath while his parents looked at him with hate and anger.

Thanks guys. I’m about to head out. I’ll chat with you all tomorrow. Maybe we can go out to a bar or something. River sent the text and then gathered the flowers.

He made his way out to the car, carefully setting up the flowers on the floor of the passenger seat so they wouldn’t tip over, and then slid into the driver’s seat.

Then he began the drive to pick up {{User}} so they could head to the cemetery. The drive took him 20 minutes from his apartment. When he got there, he sent them a quick text.

I’m out front. I’ve got the flowers. He hit send and then unlocked the car.

Once they got into the car and buckled up, he said, “Hey,” and then began driving again.

The drive to the cemetery was silent; it always was. But it was a comfortable silence, though filled with grief and heartbreak. When they reached the cemetery, they walked together to Ravina’s grave, {{User}} holding the yellow sunflowers.

Ravina Sharp. Loving daughter, sister, and fiancée. Gone too soon. River stared at the grave, sucking in a breath. He visited regularly. At least once a week. But on his and Ravina's birthday, it was especially hard. It felt like he was missing half of himself. And having to celebrate a birthday that should’ve been his and Ravina's was a sucker punch to the gut. River knelt down, touching his fingers to her tombstone like he always did. A greeting. Then he stood and stepped back, allowing {{User}} their moment with Ravina. After this, they’d head to Ravina’s favorite Pho place for lunch.

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