It feels like hell.
Holding the hand of someone you love brings not only happiness inside of you but also pain when you know you have to let go. I never wanted to let go. Not yet at least.
As my hand started to sweat, I let go of his. It felt wrong.
Not only I made Rory stopped walking, he asked if anything was wrong.
"Rory... Maybe we should just go back. I don't want to worry them."
He smiled and cupped my cheeks.
"If it bothers you so much then we can head back. Only if we ride that ride first." Rory said as he pointed at the ride behind him. It was the latest installment in the park. The reviews were off the charts. A roller coaster made for thrill seekers and not for the faint of heart. Basically, it was my death bed.
"Uh, on second thought, we should go on with this date of ours and not go on that one okay? You know I'm afraid of heights and all. You don't want to see me puke-" as I babbled on finding ways to make an excuse, Rory had already pulled me to the ride itself.
"Rory look, I'm too short okay? They wouldn't let a 5'3" girl on that ride. I mean look at me I'm already pale enough. They wouldn't like it if they have to call an ambulance..."
I couldn't help but to search for my voice. It vanished so easily. How can it just vanish to thin air? Oh yeah right. Rory was inches away from my face. No biggie.
"Xiomara," How can he say my name like that? He should get arrested at this point. He's making go crazy!
"Y-Yeah?"
"I told you earlier that I'm going to protect you. Have trust in me." He pulled my hand as we made way into the ride.
"But you never said that to me."
"I didn't? Well; I'm going to protect you. So let's have fun."
Oh Rory, you say it so easily.
As I thought. It was my death bed.
The ride consisted with 3 loops, 5 twisting parts, and one jaw dropping drop. Not to mention that the ride stopped mid-way as it was part of the 'experience'.
You wanna know what I experienced? I experienced pain. Even with Rory's reassurance and him holding my hand couldn't save the fact that I nearly died.
"I hate you so much." I managed to say as I wipe my mouth.
He chuckled "No, I'm pretty sure you like me."
"Whatever you say or do won't change the fact that my legs are trembling Rory."
I sat on a bench that was quite far from crowds. I made sure Rory get the idea of me being nauseous was a bad thing and made him search for a place for me to rest. Rory on the other hand, sat on the floor looking at me. He said his feet was tired from the searching he did for me.
"Well you're right. I can't change the fact that your legs are shaking but I can at least make it stop for a second."
"Yeah? By doing what?" I scoffed. There was no way he can make me stop jittering.
"For starters, I could do this."
He then kissed my knee.
"See! You stopped- oh fuck."
