Crazy,Awkward,Sweet

When Goodbye is Good

I found her room right where the nurse said it would be. I didn't need to knock or anything like that, because the door was wide open. Darcy was sitting in her wheelchair, and her back was turned to me, as she watched the window.

"I've been waiting for you." she said ominously. My eyes widened in disbelief, as I contemplated my actions now.

"Holy shit." I mumbled under my breath. Darcy turned in her chair and cracked up, at my fear stricken expression. She stopped short however when she saw what I was wearing.

"Okay I was wrong, I was waiting for a girl named Matey. Not...Marge Simpson?" she furrowed her brows.  "You okay, having an identity crisis?" she asked.

I blushed, and took the wig off. "No of the identity kind, but yes I am having a crisis. A crisis you can help me with."

Darcy stared at me silently, as if trying to figure why I had came to her of all people. "Spill the tea, girl. You look like you have a lot to say." she sighed, gesturing to a couch at the other end of her room.

I contemplated how I would go about this. Should I try my usual conniving methods to get what I wanted? Or should I approach her with complete honesty, and hope for the best? With Darcy it was hard to decide because she wasn't exactly a sinister being like Sadie. But she also wasn't someone I particularly knew and cared for like Nate.

So I just went with my gut instinct.

"I want you to make a move on Nate." I said bluntly, and without thought, pulling off the invisible band-aid I had metaphorically placed over my issues. Darcy's eyes widened, surprised that I had just came out with it. Or shocked that I had even said it at all.

"Matey, I'm not sure I heard you right. Did you just ask me to...make a move on Nate?"  she said, with a incredulous frown. I nodded silently and pulled a bold and unreadable expression. "Are you crazy-"

"Yes." I answered automatically, and rather easily.

"Sweetie," she said in a soft, sympathetic tone. She said it so sympathetically that I was torn between two feelings. Anger, to lash out at her for being sorry for me, or sadness, because I just wanted melt in a puddle of pathetic tears because I was willing to give up the one thing I wanted the most...Nate. "what are you doing here? Whatever is going on between you and Nate, should be settled with him. Not me."

"But it has everything to do with you, don't you see that!" I snapped, angrily. Darcy's mouth hung open in shock, and I instantly felt guilty. "I didn't meant to yell." I apologized.

Darcy remained silent, and looked as if she was in thinking over her next choice words. "I'm sorry." she said unexpectedly.  Now this, had taken me back. Did this mean that she knew Nate still pined over her. Or that she too, pined over Nate. "I'm sorry that you came all the way here, just to be wrong."

"What?"

"You're wrong Matey. Nate and I are bonded to each other because we're friends. We love each other in a platonic way, and even though it wasn't always like that, doesn't mean it would be anything more than that ever again." She said, and when I heard her sincerity, it was like a switch. I had mistaken their love to be something more than what it was.

The story of Nate and Darcy was over. The only one who still believed that it wasn't was me, not Nate. I had pushed him out, and locked myself away from him for the sole purpose of protecting my heart. I thought I was in risk of being hurt by Nate, it never occurred to me that I was the heartbreaker.

"Oh no," I breathed out in a shaky tone. "I pushed him away because I thought I was doing the right thing."

Darcy reached out took my hand, surprising me. I forced myself to meet her gaze, and saw the sincerity in them. "Go home, and make things right." she said sternly.