Just in Case.. [Short story]

moving on isn't easy - memory

It was the beginning of the year that I turned 19, when everything that could possible go wrong, happened in my life. After studying hard enough, skipping nights just to learn, I got into university. Leon started along with me and we would go for 3 years. We didn't follow the same courses though, it seemed just like it used to be, back in high school and everything went great. Until we came back from our new years trip, to the news his mother had been diagnosed with cancer.

She had to be hospitalized once a month to take chemo sessions, so soon Leon started missing lessons. Sometimes he would travel up and down the 40 miles a day, but most likely he stayed back home while I refused on missing lessons and would travel down in the weekends. Somehow I felt selfish thinking like that, but I just had to follow my lesson in case I wanted to graduate inhere. I had litteraly fought to get inhere, my grades weren't as well as Leons. I wasn't as smart as him. There was no way I would make it through if I ever skipped a lesson.

Months passed, sometimes I didn't see Leon for weeks. And if we saw each other we would have small fights. We were both exhausted. I was exhausted from studying, exhausted from work I had between in the weekends and Leon was purely exhausted of taking care of his mother.

It was when we finished the first year that things got back on track. Well, I finished first year. I never really found out what happened with Leon, his studies were one of the few things we didn't talk about. Lately it had only been the state of his mothers, how I was doing at school and stuff. We had definitely started to grow up and our crazy side had completely dissapeared.

After seven long months we finally made time for each other. My parents reassured us they would take care of mrs Ellerson and they had booked us a trip to France for a while, they would call us daily but they wanted us, both to get our thoughts of things and even Leons mother had agreed with it.

So that's when we left and eventually everything got better. We had put everything aside and were these childs on an adventure again. We would wander though Paris, join tourists in their groups and socialize with people. We rid the banister in our hotel and got some looks from other visitors, we would stay up late at night and just talk. We even had picked a day to travel down to Disney, we didn't do much outthere though since the lines for going onto one simple attraction costed us 2 hours already, so we most likely ran around, took crazy pictures with the characters and lived a disneymovie for a day.

Our flight back he had told me how sorry he was. He apologized for wanting me to get to the same university as him and than he let me down, but I would reply it wasn't his fault and he would say he was proud of me. Only to repeat in 10 minutes later.

I felt guilty for being mad at him in those 7 months that had passed. Because after all it wasn't his fault, or his mothers. It was cancer. Mrs Ellerson didn't deserve this, she was a young beautiful woman. She wasn't the most open woman you got to know, but once you did she was one of the sweetest.

It was the night we came back.

The night itself had been amazing, My parents were with his mother and my brother went out. We had spent the night all cuddles up and having make out sessions occasionly which turned out into more. It had been the first time. The first time we opened up completely for each other and the moment we wanted to be complete and it felt like that, every puzzle piece fitted. The morning after, I was still snuggled close to his body, my cheeck resting on his rising and falling bare chest. Looking up at him and having him smile down at me was the most beautiful thing as the sun was finally rising and than we got disturbed by a phonecall.