Rhythm of Love
Chapter 010: I'll Always Be Here
I couldn't believe that he would be coming here, to see me. It's been so long I could hardly remember what he looked like. I found it so, vivid way back then. Now it was all a blur, along with the rest of my life. After all this time he needed to see me and talk to him. It had to be important if he had to talk to me in person.
All of the strange people were walking and talking. The faint laughs and unusual smiles was all I saw. I haven't smiled in forever, nor have I laughed. Lately I just haven't been myself, or maybe this was myself.
A brown hair tanned boy walked throughout the crowd. My stomach swirled and my mind raced. He hadn't changed a bit, which was a good thing it made me feel safe and secure. I was always at home with Daniel.
He looked around, searching for me. "Ry! Rydell!" He waved over at me. I smiled happily and let it happen all begin again.
His brown curly-like locks were patted on his head. His natural tanned skin. Daniel was never really a tall guy, but I still loved him. His 5'9 figure seemed to do it for me. My petite 5'4 size was perfect for him. We were the pieces to a jig-saw puzzle.
He had his luggage with him. Daniel embraced me in a hug. "Daniel, it's really good to see you." My emotions were unexplainable. All of the people didn't exist in my mind, the only one I could see was Daniel Campos.
"Yeah, you too. I'm sorry if this is hard for you. It's just I had to come here to see you and talk to you." He explained, very unsure of the way to put it.
"As long as your here." I spoke. I was in awe as he stood in front of me. My trance was focused on him. He was so beautiful and handsome, but he was the imperfectness to his perfectness.
He flashed his so familiar charming smile and I was won over.
* * *
One Week Later. July 3rd, 2012.
I let my dog boss Daniel around. He was in a very jumpy and happy mood. I slowed down as I saw Carey cleaning up his yard. He was too hung over to do it yesterday. I was the victim to his loud and uncanny party. There was loud music and a ton of people.
"Rydell, hurry up!" Daniel hollered from up the road, causing Carey to look over. His shaggy and tired look didn't suit him. He was so fresh and kept good care of himself from the month I knew him. Carey, don't do anything you're going to regret was all I could say in my mind. I couldn't make up the nerves to say that to him in person. I walked off before we could make eye contact.
Why were we even mad at each other? I think it was just me being childish. Were we even mad at each other or were we just ignoring each other? There was so many unanswered questions.
I hurried over to Daniel and he just looked at me strangely. "What were you looking at?" He asked.
"Oh, it was nothing. I thought I saw a... deer." I trailed off, trying to lie. It seemed like he bought it though. It was a little bit normal to find deer around here.
"Alright then." We walked off together with my dog.
Why was the guilt eating at me?
* * *
"Dad, when do you think you will get your stance?" I asked as I held his hand. He laid down, not making a move, other than his blinking and breathing. We watched Jeopardy on the television. He was a real game show type of guy.
"In maybe a week or less." He answered, blankly. Whenever he would do this it frustrated me and my mother. He didn't seem to care, at all.
"Dad, you can't do this. You can't act like this is nothing anymore! You have a family that loves and cares about you lots!" I argued, as the tears fell.
"Rydell, I'm taking the surgery next month." He blurted out. My thoughts and mind was so crowded. I thought that we all agreed that he wouldn't be taking it? There was no one who survived this surgery. It was possible, but it was one in a million. Those chances are very slim. I couldn't risk losing my father that way. If he wouldn't take the surgery he would have 3 months to live, but now it would be shortened.
"D-Dad, I thought--" I managed to croak out.
"I signed off on it myself last week. I didn't know how to tell you guys. Maybe, I will survive. Maybe, I won't. But those are some chances that I am willing to take." He explained. I didn't know how to respond.
"Y-You can't do that to us!" I argued. Sure, my behavior wasn't suitable or right. I shouldn't be yelling at my own father like this, either. But I wasn't always the brightest.
"Rydell, calm down." My father tried to soothe.
"I'm sorry. But don't expect me to tell Mom or Jesse." I told him.
"I'll do it." He replied. He didn't want me to be mad at him or hate him for his irrational choice. I would never hate him for anything that he's done.
"I'm going to go home." I told my dad. He didn't seem to be too sad about it. He was no longer wearing his hospital gown. They had let him wear his pajamas, which were a lot better apparently. But he did look a little emotionless. I think the chemotherapy really tired him out.
* * *
"Well there's nothing you can really change now." Daniel explained. He was trying to help with the situation, and it was working just a little. I found that he really understood. Maybe it was because I was only letting him understand.
"I know, Daniel. Sometimes I wish I could though." My tear streaked cheeks were dry for now. Sooner or later I would be sobbing again, and he would be there to be my shoulder.
"I know, baby. Just know that I will be here with you." He comforted and I rested my hand in his chest. I wanted all of this pain to go away. I never wanted to feel like this. The excruciating pain of finding out the person that means the most to you is going to be gone kills you inside. I've been through it more than once. It happened with me and Daniel; It happened with me and Carey; now it was happening with me and my dad.
"Please, don't ever leave me." I spoke very quiet.
"I'll always be here."