Hey Arnold: I Promise You That

I Promise You That

As we listened to the song, I closed my eyes, trying to fight back the tears.

I could Arnold's hand, gently placing into mine. Without thinking, I placed my head on top of his shoulder. Somehow, he didn't move or flinch. I guess it was okay to do that. If it wasn't, Arnold would have told me.

Listening to the words in depth, I thought of Daddy, dancing with me. He was out of his chair; and he would use his legs to lead me into a gentle waltz. We would laugh happily, though I couldn't hear our voices.

He stayed for a while before he slipped away from me; his body, hair and then his face - fading into the bright light shining in front of me.

Picturing his disappearance tore my heart into two and when the song came to it's climax, I began to cry. I attempted to move my head but something was beginning to stroke my head.

It was Arnold, gently placing his hand on top of my hair. He then placed his chin on top as well. I breathed gently as I sung the last words: the same words Daddy sang to me before he died.

"Whatever you hear, I won't disappear. I promise you that".

"I promise you that", Arnold sang.

We were lost in darkness but even though the loneliness was overshadowing my mind, I began to release that I wasn't alone.

I had no family, but I had friends. My best friends; the Brits, the gang, the Boarding House and - Arnold.

Arnold is more than a best friend. Now, he is like a brother to me. A brother that may never be. I couldn't bare to lose everything I have. What was to become of me? What was to become of us?