The Impossibilities of Us

Chapter 42

In life, there are times when you forgive and you apologize.

You forgive the people for making the mistakes they did. Not all should be forgiven because they'd do it again, but there are some others who won't because they have learned their lesson. Actually, I take it back. All should be forgiven if they apologize. If you forgive a person who you know for a fact will commit the same mistake, without a doubt, again, then just forgive and take them out of your life. Move on.

And then there comes those times where you apologize for committing the mistake you, yourself did. You apologize because you learned your lesson and know for a fact that you won't do it again. Well, most of us at least.

Daniel forgave Tommy and vice versa, thankfully. I'm glad that they're on good terms.

"Come with me," Daniel says grabbing my hand and leading us to the ledge, away from the beautiful set-up that they built. It has two lonely blue and white striped deck chairs that are faced towards the view of many lights from the multiple places.

We both sit on one each and we stare at the moving cars with moving lights and the other places with steady, different colored lights.

It's about 9:00 and we have all been just either eating or talking with each other.

"Let me guess, this place was reserved for just the two of us? That's why it's away from everyone else on the roof, huh?" I say watching as the cars move by and a honk from a car was sounded.

"Anything to get alone time with you," I feel him smiling at me, so I turn to him and see him smiling while watching me.

"Come here," he pats the vacant small space next to him on his chair, motioning for me to sit on it.

"There's barely enough space for me there."

"The less space, the more we can cuddle up. Well, unless you will feel uncomfortable. If you feel any type of hurt towards your arm or anywhere else because of it, you can sit back on your chair."

I sigh, "Alright lovey-dovey boy."

I sit beside him and he puts an arm around my waist, leaving my right arm, with the cast, out, so it doesn't get hurt or anything. I lean my head at the crook of his neck as we both squeeze in.

We lay there in silence, getting comfortable and taking in each others' presence.

"My mom would've loved you," he chuckles. "We were all home during new years eve. My mom, me, my dad, my auntie from my mom's side, and also my uncle. My mom's water broke because she was pregnant at the time with Amanda. Both my mom and dad decided to keep me, my auntie, and my uncle home because she said, and I quote, 'the food will get cold'," he stops and laughs shortly at the thought.

"So we stayed there. I was totally psyched about a new family member. A sister. But then we got that one call from my dad. It was right after new year countdown. I picked up the phone and heard my dad crying on the other line. I asked what's wrong and he told me my mom died," a tear escapes his eye, so I lean in more closer to him for his comfort.

"It was painful. To know that there may have been addition to the family, but it subtracted one too. So the new year started off with a sister but no more mother. I'm honestly just glad that my last words to her were, 'I love you momma.'"

"I'm so sorry," I say while another tear comes out of his eye.

"I don't blame Amanda for it though. I'm glad I got Amanda. I hate that I lost my mother, but at least I have a baby sister," he smiles pulling me closer.

I hear footsteps approaching us while we were laying there in each other's arms. I turn and see a not-so-cheery Tori.

"You've got visitors," she says pointing behind her.