Forever Black

Kyle nodded and turned to look at me, “I made a terrible mistake Elle; I never should have left you.”

I gasped because that was totally unexpected. “It’s a little too late, you did what you did, and I moved on, and so did you.”

“No, that’s what I’m trying to tell you, I didn’t move on. Hell, I dated a few girls, but none of them are you; I love you baby. We had four fucking years together; you can’t just throw that away.”

Rage started to take over my body. How dare he tell me that I threw our relationship away when he is the one who packed up and left? My voice became uncontrollably loud.

“I - can’t throw that away? You’re the one who fucking walked out on me, leaving me alone because you needed space, and now you come here back to our hometown and expect me to take you back?” Co

“I was scared Elle. I ran because I was scared, but I now realize what a screw up I am and I want you. I want us back for as long as we can be.”

I pointed my finger at him, “Get the hell out of here Kyle.”

His eyes turned cold as he looked over at Co

Co

I stared at Kyle with pleading eyes, “Kyle, please leave; please, for both our sake.”

His eyes grew wider, “You didn’t tell him?”

“Kyle, stop please,” I begged.

Co

Tears filled my eyes as Kyle began to speak.

“I’m sorry Elle.”

He looked at Co

The tears were flowing freely down my face as Co

Kyle turned around, “I’m sorry Elle,” he said as he shook his head and walked out the door.

“Ellery is that true?” Co

I flinched and nodded my head, “Yes it’s true.”

He clenched his fists and tightened his jaw. “You’ve known your cancer was back even before I met you and you hid it from me after everything we’ve been through? What kind of person are you?”

I’ve never seen or experienced such rage and anger in a person like the one standing in front of me. His eyes turned dark as he looked at me with shame and disgust.

“Please Co

“Explain what? What’s to explain? Were you just going to tell me one day you were dying? And why the fuck aren’t you getting any treatment?”

“Please calm down,” I pleaded.

“Calm down? You expect me to be calm when I just found out that the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with is dying? I don’t want to hear anything from you. You make me sick Ellery. I can’t do this; I can’t even look at you.” He turned towards the bedroom. I ran after him and grabbed his arm.

“Please Co

He jerked his arm away and I fell back onto the floor. He turned and looked at me, his voice now calm but pained, “Your dizzy spells, your tiredness, it’s all part of the cancer. You’re getting worse, and you knew it, but you still didn’t tell me. I bared my soul to you. I told you things nobody in this world knows. I shared myself with you. How could you do that to me Ellery?” His eyes filled with tears as he turned to the bedroom and slammed the door.

My heart shattered, and I started to shake. I sat on the ground in shock at how quickly my life had just changed. An hour later he threw open the door and came out with his suitcase walking past me.

“Co

He turned around and pointed at me, “Stay away from me. I booked a flight for you back to New York; it leaves in 2 hours, so compose yourself and be ready. I’m driving back by myself. I can’t stand to look at you right now, let alone ride in a car with you for 10 hours.”

I covered my mouth with my hand as he opened the door and stormed out. I fell to my knees. It felt like the wind had just been knocked out of me. I couldn’t breathe, and I begged God to take me right then and there. He was gone. He left me just like everyone else in my life.

I got up from the floor and somehow managed to call the desk, telling them I needed a car to take me to the airport. I stumbled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at the black streaks of mascara that stained my face. I took a washcloth and wiped them away. I didn’t need water; my tears were enough to soak the washcloth. I put on my sunglasses to hide my red swollen eyes and headed to the lobby with my suitcase. I was unsteady and still shaking.

The car was waiting for me as the driver took my suitcase and opened the door. All I kept thinking was had I told him the truth from the start, maybe things would have been different. I was to blame for his pain, and I hated myself for that. He didn’t deserve this. I knew he could forgive me, if he would let me explain why I didn’t tell him.

As I sat in the airport, I dialed his number. It went straight to voice mail. My flight was called, and I boarded the plane. I couldn’t think about anything but Co

I never should have let the relationship with Co

I arrived back in New York and was walking out of the airport when I saw De

“I’m so sorry Miss Lane.”

“What did he tell you?” I sniffed.

“He told me that he won’t be seeing you anymore and that I needed to pick you up from the airport and drive you home.”

“He didn’t tell you why?”

No Miss Lane, he didn’t.”

I guess I was going to be the one to tell him. He deserved to know the truth.

“I’m sick De

He pulled up to my apartment and followed me inside with my suitcase. I turned to him as he hugged me.

“Miss Lane, he’ll come around.”

I shook my head, “Not this time De

He took my hand and handed me a piece of paper. “This is my phone number. I want you to call me if you need anything and don’t worry I won’t tell Mr. Black.”

I looked at the paper and hugged him as we said goodbye. I shut the door behind him and looked around my apartment; it was a representation of how I felt, dark, lonely and small.

Chapter 23

I walked to the bedroom and fell on my bed. The rage was growing inside me as I gripped my comforter with both hands and screamed. I sat up and looked around my small bedroom. The pain inside me was far worse than I ever imagined it could be. My chest felt heavy, and my shattered heart pierced me from within. I clenched my jaw as my hands gripped the bed. I tore my comforter off my and threw it across the room. I ripped off my sheets and balled them up, so they masked the sounds of my screams. I walked to the kitchen for a glass of water to try to calm down, but threw the glass at the wall and watched as it shattered into tiny pieces like my heart. I looked around. I took my desk and tipped it over as the drawer fell out, and my list was lying on the floor. I picked it up and looked at it. I held in my hand my bucket list. A list of all the things I needed and wanted to do before I died. I crumbled the paper and threw it on the ground.