Unexpected Love

Chapter Ten: Beautifully Damaged Night

After our beautifully damaged night, he took me home. It was still pretty early in the night, not quite midnight yet, but I needed some time to myself. Having him see me cry was not an option tonight.

I walked up to my door, taking me keys out of my bag. Holding my heels in the same hand. Tears already rolling down my face.

"Hey baby girl. How was your date?" My dad said, opening the door before I had the chance to put my key in the lock. I started crying even more, I couldn't help it. I told my dad everything.

I dropped my keys on the ground and went to hug him, "Daddy, he's going to die."

I felt my knees go weak, for I could not deal with the fact that I'm going to lose the love of my life.

"Oh, is it his heart?" He dad said, picking up my keys and taking me into the house.

I couldn't talk, but I tried to, "He .. he .. he only has 2 months and then .. he .."

My dad stopped me before I said the words, for he knew if I said it, I would be drowning in my tears and wouldn't be able to swim my way out of them.

My dad took my hand bag and my heals and walked me to my room, talking to me the whole way about how he had lost his grand mother when he was around my age. He said, "You know, your great grandmother was one extraordinary woman. She used to get me these little tiny books, all full of her thoughts of the day. She would tell me I don't want you forgetting how I saw the world when I'm gone. When she passed away, I decided to read all of the books. The extraordinary thing about all of them was that on every page she wrote the same exact thing over and over again: The people you meet in this world are supposed to shape you into the person you are supposed to be. Just because one of them leaves doesn't mean that you come tumbling down, it just means that you got to know such an honored person by the lord. They get to go to Heaven earlier than you."

Now I understood why my dad was telling me of a woman I had never heard about from him before: he believed that his story would help. Who knows, maybe she never said it, but he sure did come up with a good story right off the bat if not.

"Dad, I think I need to just be alone for the rest of the night." I said as we reached my room. I was playing with my fingers, intertwining them in unnatural ways.

He nodded, implying that he understood, "I'll make you some tea. I just got some more of that peach flavor you love so much."

"Thank you." I said as I opened my door. He reached down and kissed my forehead.

As he walked away, I said, "Hey dad."

He turned around, "Yah?"

"You still have my bag and heals."

He looked down at his hands, both containing the most girly things a guy could possibly carry. He laughed and brought them over to me, "I was going to see if the heals and hand bag looked good with my work clothes."

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