《Ｌｏｖｅ Ｔｈｅｓｅ Ｄａｙｓ》

15. Downpour

The day Darcy was born a huge storm was breaking out in the city. Her mother, Jen, told me the tale during breakfast: the weather was crazy, one second it was pouring rain and then the next second it was sunshine and heat. Where we're from we have a saying that if it rains on your birthday is because you're a cry baby. If this theory is proven to be true, that would explain Darcy perfectly.

She's sunshine and pouring rain, all at the same time.

You couldn't really tell what color she was because she was every color all at once and that's something I find extremely fascinating.

Things were changing lately, with the arrival of Elliot in her life. Darcy's world was taking a turn but she couldn't resolve whether it was for the worse or for the better. The truth was that she was experiencing something very strong, she was swaying towards love and it felt like flying too close to the sun for her.

She had recently started seeing a therapist to help her solve some shit she had stored, and her relationship with men was one of them. Darcy's father left her before she was born and was all around a piece of shit with her her whole life, so she had a hard time trusting.

I related to her greatly when we talked of the matter because I lived a similar situation with my own father. My parents got divorced when I was still a baby, and he didn't play nicely ever since. His relationship with my mother was fucked up all the way, to a point where she lost a second child due to his negligence. That's what made her make the decision of getting our stuff and just leave with my grandparents. My father even got to threaten her life if she moved me out of town, but she did anyway. For years he tried to win me over but he failed miserably, being a terrible father in general he always took the low road. Even now as an adult, I'm still healing the scars of him turning his back on me. He didn't want me, he just wanted to win.

Fathers are a complicated theme, aren't they? That's the price. Us pretty girls have no dads.

But on a more serious matter, Darcy was facing confusion and fear, excitement and rage, all at the same time. She didn't want to put a name to what she felt for Elliot, but I didn't need her to, I knew. He was all she could think or talk about, it was almost annoying, but he seemed fine. He treated her right, made her laugh and paid attention, she glowed since she met him.

Of course, not everything was pink colored, both of them had wounds to heal. He had just gotten out of a turbulent relationship that left him scarred, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to move on yet. They both were filled with fear and insecurities, but they were enjoying each other too much.

She didn't know but, on the other side, he was also tormenting his friends talking about her and only her, all the time. I found it cute and I felt jealous, but mostly happy.

I truly believed she deserved someone who would come and prove her wrong, that not every bond is something to be fearful of, and that she should indeed take care of her heart but it should not be something to be stingy with.

I wanted her to be able to let got, and she was slowly beginning to.

The day of Darcy's birthday was approaching and it was sure going to be a special one. We had everything planned: I was going to bake the biggest cake I had made so far, and it was going to be all white and blue, the colors of her favorite football team. We even gathered some fine outfits to wear for the day.

The only missing piece was, once again, Luke. He travelled to see his girlfriend who currently lived out of town and he just had to leave exactly for Darcy's birthday. I wanted to kick his ass. I really missed him being part of stuff, he was gone, gone. It was like we didn't know anything about his life anymore, and it felt weird. But I suppose time puts everyone in their place eventually, and I believe that, if he wasn't there, then he wasn't meant to be there.