6 months later.
"Dylan," I eagerly waved through the window as he came into view and his eyes almost immediately met mine. His smile mirrored mine and he pushed the doors of 'Caffeina,' our all-time favorite coffee shop.
I gave a quick glance at my reflection on the phone screen and patted away stray strands of hair. No matter how many times we went out on dates, I still felt self-conscious around him. The cafe door made a ting and he walked in a casual, yet sexy way. I bit back a smile, eyes never looking away from his and slowly stood up. Pain shot in my legs and I winced while clutching the table.
He broke his stride and ran the last two steps towards me, "Hey, are you okay?" He gently wrapped his fingers around my waist to help me stand and I smiled,
"Now that you're here, yes," I joked. Gosh, who would have thought I'd ever say those ridiculous cringy lines?
He wiggled his eyebrows and I lightly slapped his chest, "You're ruining the mood," I huffed.
"Oh, so there was a mood?" He lifted a brow questioningly.
I gaped unattractively, "Of course! You idio-"
He placed his hand over my mouth and shook his head,
"There are kids behind us, you can say that later," he smirked and I literally face-palmed. One second, I wanted to hug him because he was so sweet and the other, I just wanted to slowly, painfully strangle him.
I sighed, "I was just going to say idio-"
"Shhh," he whispered and his eyes seemed to twinkle even brighter as my irritation grew. Why was I even dating him in the first place? As if he had read my thoughts, he gently sat me down and kissed me on the cheek. I hated the fact that all my annoyance flew out of the window and was replaced by some unexplained giddiness because of one little, kiss. Seriously, this guy could make me bipolar.
"Sorry," he shot me an apologetic look and my eyes narrowed. He looked far from being sorry so he was probably holding back some evil cackles inside. Dylan slid into the seat across from mine just as a waitress strutted to our table.
"So, cutie pies, what will you be ordering?" She smacked her bright red lips and I held back a laugh.
Dylan and I exchanged knowing, amused looks then he said, "One Espresso and a Mocha, please."
She nodded, jotted it down and walked away just as weirdly as she had come to our table. Alone together again, I stared at Dylan expectantly. He was usually the one to start the conversation with interesting topics but seeing as lately he wasn't in the mood, I decided to start it myself.
"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" I took the napkin on the table and started twirling the edges. All the amusement in his eyes had disappeared and he was staring distractedly out of the window. I knew that something had been bothering him, lately. Every time we would go out, there was a moment when he'd zone out for no reason, looking away and it always left me with a heavy, confused heart.
It was about time that he told me what was troubling him. I meant, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't listen to his problems? He meant so much to me that it hurt when he was the one hurting. If that even made any sense.
"Dylaaaaan," I said in a singsong voice and shook my palm in front of his eyes, "Hello, to planet Earth?"
When he turned to look at me, the giggles died instantly in my throat. He wasn't just staring at me like he was sad, he looked destroyed. It was the worst expression he had ever shown me and what I felt wasn't fear of what he was about to tell me, it was pure grief. I straight away regretted that I woke up, walked to the coffee shop and waited for him. I regretted - in the most profound manner - that I had asked him what was wrong. I shouldn't have pried.
Did that mean that I was ready to live a life with him and pretend that everything was alright when I knew that he was hiding something? Yes, if it meant that he wouldn't ever give me that horridlook. The kind of look someone who was guilty of murder gave.
I slowly pulled away, throat dry and heart pounding.
I had already lived a life-changing moment in the past and-
"Hope-" his voice cracked. No.
-I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to relive it again.
"Don't tell me," I repeated, this time more harshly. I was a coward and I fully owned up to it. Anyone would do the same in my situation.
Dylan was the one person who had pulled me out of hell, given me hope that I could live again and fight for what I wanted to do. He made me stronger, happier and hopeful. I became someone different 6 months after the accident that changed my life - and body - but most importantly, I fell in love with him.
I loved him too much to accept whatever he was going to say.
"One espresso and a cafe latte." I had no idea when the waitress approached our table but her appearance did not break the tension between us and we murmured a 'thank you.' She hung around for obviously no reason and when it was clear that we weren't going to spare her any attention, she sauntered away from the table.
Dylan finally broke the silence, "I have to tell you."
"I don't want to hear it, Dylan," I shook my head and prepared myself to stand but my awful legs began creaking under my weight.
He started nevertheless, leaning closer and his eyes shone painfully, "That day, the accident-"
Tears welled up frustratingly in my eyes and I cut him off, practically screaming and blubbering at the same time, "I DON'T WANT TO-"
"-it wasn't an accident."
However inaudible was his whisper, I heard it.
I heard it clearly.
One day. A future destroyed.A story of repentance.Chapter 1: Skydiving"Hope!"Mom's shrill voice seemed to pull me out of a deep dreamless slumber. Sighing, I rubbed my face and nearly screeched as sunlight seemed to burn into my orbits. Every single day was the same and I had enough. What was there to life if you could never wake up on the right side of the bed?Groaning, I stomped down the stairs- already in a bad mood."When will you stop destroying those poor wooden planks like an elephant?" Mom glared at me sternly. Ha, I was really tempted to say "N. E. V. E. R" but all of you people should know by now that the shortcut to des
Chapter 2: The Jump"Hope Everett," Coach Sanders voice boomed and his slightly wrinkly face seemed to crease even more.I winced at the icy look he was throwing at me, "Coach, I can explain.""Explain? I don't want to hear your excuses kid, you're already 30 minutes late and everyone is readyexcept for you. So get to that plane, now!" He whipped out his arm, pointing furiously towards the plane on the tarmac.Nodding, I rushed head hanging low to the equipment room where all the helmets, suits and parachute bags were stored. In less than a minute, I was up and ready, suit on and helmet in hand. I smiled satisfactorily as I checked if I double checked my equipments.Always have a second parachute, just in case.Coach Sanders words seemed to echo in my head and I snatched a second parachute- better be safe than sorry.I checked
Chapter 3: FreefallI was flying.The sensation was just inexplicable. I was above the clouds, diving right through them. On one side shone the clear blue sky and on the other was land, amazing land. I could see buildings from afar, the endless brown plains, hectares and hectares of them in a green-brown pattern. The wind was howling, lashing at every inch of my bare body, cold biting, but most important of all,I was free.Completely, totally, blatantly free. It was blissful.Nothing could stop me. Not even Aiden who was screaming and screaming while laughing and crying- nobody could stop me. I had my eyes wide open, arms and legs spread out, my back curved at a perfect angle. The wind was so harsh that at times my breath just cut off but I didn't care.My head was literally in the clouds.The in
Chapter 4: DenialBeep. Beep."No, no, no, my baby," a woman shrieked."Miss Everett, we are very sorry," a man said, "We did our best during the operation but her landing was the worst one possible. Her legs took the whole impact."The woman sobbed harder."Is it- is it irreparable?" A girl's voice quivered.Silence.Where was I?I couldn't see a thing.The man's tone was hesitant, "The
Chapter 5: Wheeling"Excuse me?"I gaped, turning to mom for some help but she was looking at me expectantly and I realized that she probably knew already."I'm going to take care of you," he repeated, looking more determined with every passing second."Wait a minute," I shook my head, "Uh no? It's not your fault." A stranger saying he'd take care of me when it's not even his fault? No way."Honey," mom interrupted, "If it hadn't been for his bag, none of this would have happened."I categorically refused, "No, mom, he's innocent and I'm not going to chain an innocent p
Chapter 6:When I next awoke, it was late at night and the lights were off. It took me awhile to adjust my sight and see two still figures. It seemed like frail mom was lying on the couch and Tina was sleeping in the chair, head tipping forward and her locks covering her face. She was born with very straight hair but always curled it because she hated how it made her face look 'flat.' Yeah, I didn't understand what that meant but anyone could see that she was beautiful either way.Staring at the two huge casts over my legs, I was reminded that the damage could be irreversible. What would my everyday life be like? A painful image of me in a wheelchair for the rest of my life lowered my spirits. There was no way I was getting out of this hospital with both feet. Could you imagine losing one member of your body for good?
Chapter 7:Aiden took one glance at me and his eyes went enormously wide- I thought it'd pop out.Okay, do I look that horrible?"Aiden, hi," I smiled, happy to see that he was doing alright but he wasn't looking at me anymore. He simply stared at the floor for what seemed a very long while.I shot a puzzled look at Dylan and he mirrored my expression. I was about to tell him to leave us alone for a minute but it seemed like he had read my thoughts.He cleared his throat quite conspicuously, "I'm going to fetch something to drink."Mental face-palm.I bit back a laugh and gave a small nod. He grasped the door-knob, pulled it to a crack then suddenly popped his head through and did something I least expected. Something, that changed the neat, serious look he always seemed to pull off. His lips pulled into a s
Chapter 8:For the next five days, mom and Tina dropped by nearly everyday to visit me even if it was for a few hours. My situation had not really changed except for the fact that I got a private toilet and that I could finally,finally, relieve myself without someone banging on the door every 2 seconds. I was allowed to wheel in the corridor and play with children in the kids section and my arms were strong enough to pull myself alone - like a big girl - onto the hospital be