Unlit Star (35 page)

I thought about her words as I drove to the cabin, and I decided she was right. I did have a trip I meant to take and I can't not do it. That would be like giving up a sliver of joy when all I get are tiny slices of it at a time. In other words, it would be stupid. And Rivers needs to lighten up as well. He's walking around in a fog of gray. Honestly, I almost feel like
he
is the one with this stupidass brain malfunction instead of me. I told him he was a melodramatic punk a couple of nights ago and he stormed out of the cabin. I let him go, knowing not every day is going to be a picture of pretty flowers and rainbows. There will be thunderstorms, and there will be lightning. There will be downpours.

Sometimes he cries at night. When he thinks I am sleeping, I feel the tremble of his body beside mine, I hear the pain that escapes though he tries so hard to hold it in for me. It isn't every night, but even one night is too much. In the light, he tries to smile. But in the dark his stoic wall crumbles. I cannot stand this. Rivers hurting hurts me. I take his smiles in the daytime and I take his pain in the nighttime, one with joy and one with sorrow.

This has to end.

There are good days and bad days. Days I don't want to get out of bed, days when the pain in my head makes it impossible to get out of bed. There are days when Rivers cannot look at me without tearing up and my mother cannot speak around the grief closing her throat. Days when it takes Monica to forcefully remove Rivers from the cabin and make him do something inconsequential, like fly a kite. I have a list made up of things for him to do when the despondency gets too thick and neither of us can breathe.

I have a similar list for my mother, but hers isn't made up of unimportant events to get her mind off the undeniable truth. Her list is made up of two requests.
Think of me when you look at your flowers
, and,
Call him
. I truly hope she does. Even if he never cares to speak to her again, even if he has another family and another life, it will be good for her. And maybe he'll be just as happy to hear her voice as I know she will be to hear his.

Monica is my champion. I know it has been hard for her with Thomas gone, but I think the fact that she has me to boss her around actually helps. It keeps her preoccupied. And even after I am gone, she knows I will still be counting on her to hold Rivers and my mother up when they need someone to carry them. And they will be there for her as well. They won't let her fall.

She misses Thomas, I can tell. Or maybe she just misses the idea of him. She is sad, but she also seems like a strain has been removed from her. Her footsteps are lighter, her frown lines are less distinguished. Whether people treat us right or not, or deserve us or not, it is hard to let go of what we know. But I watch her with her son and my mother and I know they are all going to get through this.

They have each other, and in each other, they will always have me.

It is the middle of August. Rivers tested for his GED and passed. School at the tech starts in a few weeks and we will be in attendance. Everything is moving forward as it should, and one day I will too. I sit at the small table in the sparsely furnished cabin, tapping my fingers as I wait for him to get back from the job he started a week ago at the hardware store in town—the job I told him to take because he was driving me insane with his endless hovering and tragic eyes. I can only take so much sorrow before I fall apart and cannot put myself back together.

Two suitcases sit by my feet, my foot occasionally bumping them as my leg nervously jerks back and forth in beat with my foot. I hear the car as the tires meet with gravel and wait. When he opens the door, the frantic pace he moves with turns to a full stop as he takes me in, averting his panicked eyes from me.

I fight the impulse to comment on his obvious distress and then find myself doing it anyway. "Is that what you do every day? Leave with dread only to return with it?"

Rivers swipes a hand through his dark hair. "No. Maybe."

"I want you to stop." I get to my feet, anger causing my whole being to tremble. "I want you to stop being sad all the time. And stop—stop crying, okay? I can't take it anymore."

"Yeah. I'll just flip a switch and it'll all be good. How's that?" He notices the bags at my feet and freezes. "What are those for?"

"I can't keep doing this," I tell him, my throat thick.

His eyebrows furrow as he looks at me with incomprehension. "What are you telling me? What are you doing, Del?" he demands, fear roughening his voice. He crosses the room to me. "Tell me what you're doing."

I slide a rectangular piece of paper toward him. He picks it up, studying the words. He looks at me, waiting. I pick up the other piece of paper and hand it to him.

"These are two Amtrak tickets," he finally says.

I nod. "We need to leave within an hour. We're escaping. No more sadness. I am drowning in it and I'm going to go insane. I know you are too. I don't want to be crazy on top of everything else when I die." He glares at me and I shrug. "Just keeping it real. It's the six-day trip through Memphis and New Orleans. Graceland, baby, and voodoo." I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

Rivers rests the tickets against his lips, slowly nodding. "Yeah. Let's do it. But Delilah—"

I grab the lighter of the suitcases and look up, going still at the darkness of his gaze.

"You don't get to take my sadness away, all right? And sometimes, you're right, it gets to be too much, but I can't feel bad about that, because I just—I love you so much, and...this is shredding me. I'm sorry if that hurts you to hear, but it's true." His eyes are red-rimmed as they meet mine. "And also...I'll try to stop being such a melodramatic punk."

"Good," I say softly. "Because there can only be one of those in this relationship, and that's already me. You know, fainting and whatnot. Anything to get a little attention."

The smile he gives me is full of white and black. He takes the suitcase from me and picks up the other one as well. "I love you and all your attention-seeking antics."

"That's good. Just wait until the finale. It's going to be epic." The look he gives me tells me that was too much. "It's either joke about it or bawl my eyes out," I tell his back.

He swings the door open, calling over his shoulder, "Drama!"

THE INSIDE OF THE TRAIN reminds me of images I've seen of the interiors of commercial planes. There are rows of seats in pairs with an aisle separating another row of the same. It is the middle of the week and I'm glad, because I think a lot more of the seats would be taken if it was on the weekend. It smells like hot synthetic leather mixed with coffee. Rivers is beside me, reading a book.

As the train begins to roll down the tracks, I bounce in my seat. I am so ready for an adventure. Although, this whole summer has sort of already been one. This final trip makes it complete. I realize I made my own bucket list without even knowing it. I think of the people I love, and I think of them years from now, and I really feel that they will be happy, if for no other reason than I have been demanding it of them. Dying has some perks, you know? People want to fulfill your last requests.

I glance at Rivers and find him watching me with warmth in his eyes. "I'm excited," I explain.

"I thought you just had to pee."

I laugh. A teenager walks past with dark makeup, black clothing, and spiky brown hair. "She's in a rebellious faze. She's actually an honor student and wants to be a doctor, but she is struggling to find the real her and experimenting with her exterior in her quest for individuality."

He blinks, setting his book aside to find the girl in question. "She actually wants to be a veterinarian. She loves animals and tries to take home strays any chance she can. Her parents put a stop to that after the third cat, but they don't know about the dog she's keeping at her boyfriend's until she can talk them into letting her bring it home."

"They don't know about the boyfriend either, though, so that is going to make it tricky." I search the train for another story, settling on an elderly couple. "They fell in love right out of high school. He worked for her dad, helping out on the farm. She brought lemonade out to him one hot day and they smiled at one another and that was it."

"They have two children and seven grandchildren." As we watch, the man lifts the woman's hand to his lips and places a kiss to it. My heart fills with the soft sigh of watching love in action. Rivers is quiet for a moment, his voice low and uneven as he says, "There were days when they thought about giving up. He thought being a farmer wasn't good enough for her. She thought getting a job would help out with bills. They both had good intentions, they both had the other in mind, but pride got in the way, putting a strain on them and their love."

"But they always had laughter. They always found a way around the difficult times, because even though they thought about giving up, they never did. They never could."

Rivers pulls his cell phone from his pocket and holds it up to us, turning the camera so we are within its frame. "Tell me their story."

I look at his dark eyes in the screen as I begin. "Their story isn't a fairytale, but that's okay, because fairytales are predictable, and sometimes boring. It's funny how you can be around someone almost all of your life and not know them. That's sort of what it was like for them. They were constantly missing each other."

"Until they were shoved together." He smiles and I smile. The camera flashes and he puts the phone away. Under his breath, almost to himself, he says, "It's weird being thankful for something terrible."

I bump my arm to his. "He was such a pain in the ass, but that just made her even more determined to straighten him out."

"She was kind of abusive, forcing him to eat ice cream and grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He was traumatized for a long time about that."

"He talked about being a pilot and she hoped he never forgot that, no matter what happened."

His fingers interlace with mine. "He wouldn't. I won't. I can't promise I'll do it, but I can promise I won't forget the dream."

My eyes soften. "She thought he had everything, but found he was still searching for that one unnamable thing that makes a person feel like they finally figured out what is most important to them."

"He saw her golden eyes shining like fire and life and knew he'd finally found it."

"Their story isn't over, Rivers—
our
story is not over." I touch his cheek and he turns his face into it.

He nods, swallowing as he looks down. "I know."

"I love you," I whisper, my voice trembling with the depth of my feelings for him.

Smiling sweetly, he wraps his arms around me as the train picks up speed. "I know that too."

WE FIND A PARK NEAR the hotel we're staying at in Memphis. It's small and near a residential part of the city, so it actually doesn't seem that different from where we live. A few swings sway in the distance from the gentle breeze that skims along my skin as well. Although the ride was interesting, it was long and I am glad to be on solid ground. We plan on doing sightseeing tomorrow, but tonight is for relaxing. Sitting in the dewy grass, we recline on our elbows and take in the clash of millions of points of light illuminating the dark.

"Most stars in the Milky Way live for fifty billion years."

Rivers looks at me. "Oh yeah? That's a seriously long time. What determines how long a star will live?"

"The bigger the star, the quicker it dies," I supply, and then go quiet.

"That's not exactly uplifting," he tells me. "What about the sun? Isn't that the biggest star? Your theory doesn't make sense."

"It isn't
my
theory. I read it once. And I don't know why the sun continues to live when it's the biggest star and the smaller stars don't."

"Maybe it isn't as old. It could be a really young star."

"
Or
it isn't the biggest star. Regardless, one day it will die too." I don't know why this upsets me so much, but it does. It isn't like I will be around for it. I guess because something so beautiful, so infinite, should not have a time limit on it. Like life. Why can't it just go on forever?

"But you know what? Think of that lifetime, Del. It's...
phenomenal
. It goes on and on for such a long time before it ends. Right?"

Smiling, I nod. He always knows what I need to hear. I am at peace with my time here. I cannot say that I am okay with it, because I am not, and I never will be, but there is no point in fighting a future that will come regardless of whether I am accepting of it or choosing to deny it. I don't think about how much time I have anymore. I don't wonder. I fall asleep each night thankful to be in Rivers' arms, thankful that I have one more night on this earth. I wake up each morning with a smile on my face because I get one more day.

After a while, he says, "I suppose you read all of this on the internet? What was your source? Facebook?"

I scowl and he laughs. "No." I did read it online, but not on Facebook. I believe it was Wikipedia.

"You crack me up."

"Ah, my life is complete now."