Pieces

Fight For You

~Flashback~

It feels like all Rebecca ever did, was fight for me, fight for us. I was the one with reservations. I was unsure sometimes. I was scared of falling in love. I was scared to depend on anyone. I was scared to be vulnerable.

She would fight for me at school, when anyone picked on me. She would stand up to our mum's if we got in trouble together. She would threaten her bandmates if they looked at me the wrong way. She had a way of standing in front of me, literally and figuratively, protecting me and ready to fight.

She fought to be my first kiss. I was fourteen, she was fifteen and it was Valentine's Day.

I had a boyfriend once, for all of two weeks and could barely call him that. We never went past holding hands and when he tried to kiss me, I turned my head, then legged it. I kind of had an inkling then, that I may be gay; because the thought of kissing him, or any other guy, made me gag. Rebecca did not like that guy and hounded me daily until I broke up with him. She said he wasn't right for me. I told her that I think I like girls a week after that break up, she took it well and was even overly supportive.

I told Rebecca about a girl, named Julie, in one of my classes that I was planning on asking out for Valentine's Day, she didn't seem too keen, but supported me nonetheless.

I asked Julie out and she actually said yes. Valentine's Day fell on a Wednesday that year, so we decided on a cafe and walk around the park. I am terrible at romancing, plus, it was to be my first date. I wasn't sure what to do.

Rebecca and I always walked to and from school together every day and I remember her acting strange that particular morning on Valentine's Day. She was off all day, really. She seemed nervous and unsettled. I tried asking her what was wrong, but she brushed me off.

After school, I stopped and picked up flowers, then went home and got ready for my first date. I planned to take the bus to meet her at the cafe at six, so I had a couple of hours to be prepared. About an hour after school, I heard a knock on the door and when I opened it, Rebecca stood there, looking scared. I asked her what was wrong and she asked me to follow her.

She took me to the tree house in her backyard that we spent a lot of time playing in, during our younger years. When I made it up the stairs and opened the door, I gasped. Every corner was filled with flowers, from both of our gardens it looked like. There were drawings on the walls that I had made for her when we were little. There were pictures of us ranging from when we were children, up to just a week before. I was in shock when I turned to look at her, this must have taken her ages to do.

What she said next, has been burned into my brain, I will never forget it.

"It's always been you, Hannah. It's always been us. Look around, we were made for each other, we were destined and I wish you could see it. I can't bear the thought of you with someone else. You belong with me. I know you better than anyone. I have always been and will always be there for you. I will never let you down. I will never let you fall. I will always take care of you. I want to be more than your best friend. I want to be yours. I'm begging you, please choose me."