Jessica Sankiewicz - If Only We

I never imagined a day when I wouldnt want the sun to shine. One of the best things about summer is the sunshine; its warmth and the light it casts late into the evenings. It beats the chill and shorter days of the winter. Today is different. Today isnt just another summer day.

Today I am heading to the cemetery.

I flip the dial on my car radio to find something to listen to on the way. I hate driving without something playing. Nothing comes on that is appropriate. No music sounds good right now, so I just turn it off. I wish something would feel good and distract me from the already awful day Im having.

Since I got in late last night, I didn't speak to my mom until this morning. I should have just skipped breakfast and avoided the kitchen entirely.

When I sat down, she said, Based on what Lyndsay has told me, River's Bend would be a great place to work.

I tried to not openly flinch but it was impossible. Not only impossible to not do, but also impossible for my mom to not notice.

What was that for? It's not my fault you missed out on that opportunity because you ran off to your father's.

I'll be going to school on Monday. I'm still going to be a nurse. You should be happy.

I am happy that you will be a nurse.

I sighed. Then why is it such a big deal that I didn't volunteer this summer? It's not like that one thing makes a difference in the long run.

It shows how dedicated you are in carrying out family tradition.

Instead of rehashing the same conversations I had with her all summer, I stood up and left the house without another word.

I pull into the drive for the cemetery and park under the shade of a maple tree. I sit there with one hand on the wheel and the other on the key in the ignition. Its time. Time to get out of the car.

It's time for me to face him.

Why am I hesitating? I knew this day was coming. I knew I would see Chevy again. Its not just seeing him, its the circumstances. I havent had anyone remotely close to me die before now. Though I didnt know his father, I know Chevy, and Chevy needs me.

After a deep breath, I get out of the car. The heat beats down on me twice as much in my black dress. The sleeves are longer, going down to my elbows. It seemed more appropriate than the sleeveless one. I stand there a moment to figure out which direction to go and finally settle on the center path.

I would have been here for the funeral yesterday if I hadnt taken my car in to get the air-conditioning fixed. My dad is on call a lot, since hes a surgeon at a prestigious Cincinnati hospital. He cant leave town at the drop of a hat, even if it is to take his daughter to a funeral. I wasn't able to find anyone else to drive down to pick me up, not even my mom.

I should have called Chevy. Why didnt I call him? Not only did I not call him when I heard about his father, I didnt call him once the whole time I was away. I kept thinking about the reason I left to begin with. I couldnt pick up the phone because I couldnt tell him the reason.

Because the reason was him.

Right when the pangs of guilt spin through me, I spot him in the distance. I stop dead in my tracks and my heart races at the sight of him. I want to turn around but I cant. I've come this far; he needs to know Im here.

Stepping warily in his direction, the suspense builds inside of me. Will he appreciate that Im here? As much as I want to know, I'm more worried about his reaction. He's wearing a black blazer over a white button-down and black slacks. Judging by the wrinkles, I would be willing to bet he slept in the clothes he wore yesterday.

Before I can get a read on his face, he notices me. The instant our eyes connect, I am immobilized. I didn't prepare myself for how I would react to seeing him again. He stares blankly at me, as if to figure out what is going on. Then his expression changes.

What are you doing here? he asks indifferently, turning his attention back to the grave. The sound of his voice sends a shiver through my whole body. It's the first time I've heard it since that day.

I say softly, I came here for you. I stay silent awaiting his response, but there is none, not even a flinch. Taking a deep breath, I continue. I'm so sorry about your father, Chevy.

He stands there for a moment. In the same tone as before he says, Yeah, everyone is sorry. Ive heard that all week.

Hes right. When a person loses their father, especially so suddenly, the pity is endless. He's probably been hearing a mixture of the same words repeatedly. My words were unoriginal. It's the customary response given by the general population in these circumstances. However, it doesnt change the fact that it was a true statement. I know you have, but it doesnt mean that Im not sorry. I am.

Well, Im not, he says, turning his head sharply in my direction. I recoil at the sudden change in his demeanor. He did this to himself. He pauses as he looks off in the distance. A soft breeze ruffles his light brown hair. He adds quietly, He left me all alone.

You're not alone.

Yes, I am.

No, you're not. I step forward. Im here for you.

No, youre not! He looks at me with wounded eyes. Where have you been all summer? Not here for me.

Cringing at the disdain in his voice, my eyes start to water. Im sorry I wasn't here this summer but Im here now.

Why did you leave anyway? His blue eyes stare intently into mine, attempting to ascertain the answer in them. What made you leave without saying goodbye? Huh, Adrienne?

The way he says my name is cutting. As if it's a bad taste in his mouth. I press my lips together to fight away the tears. I just needed to go. I needed to-to be somewhere else for a while. To have a change of-of scenery. The way I stumble over my words makes it clear I have no idea what I'm doing, either now or then.

Change of scenery? he scoffs. I tried to call you. I tried to text you. I tried to email you. You didnt respond. Why? Why did you avoid me? He comes closer with each word, stopping within arm's length of me.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat, knowing I cant keep the truth from him any longer. It's time to come clean. I was angry.

This isn't what he was expecting. Angry? What made you angry?

Looking down, I whisper, I was mad at you.

Why would you be mad at me?

His confusion is apparent, as I expected it would be. I wish I hadnt brought it up. I shake my head. It isnt important anymore.

Of course its important! he snaps. I want to know. No, I need to know. Tell me.

I cant. It doesnt matter anymore. None of it matters anymore.

Yes it does.

In his eyes, there is a genuine interest in the reason. As much as I want to keep it from him, I am afraid there's no turning back now. Because, I start, struggling with how to tell him. Because of what you said to me at graduation.

The hope of him understanding with no further explanation vanishes when he asks, What did I say to you at graduation?

You rejected me.

He thinks for a moment. Then sudden realization of what he said makes him wide-eyed. I didn't reject you. I just said I wanted to be friends. Upon hearing that word again, I cringe. He notices my reaction. Is that why you left? I bite my lip and look away. That's ridiculous. There's no way that can be true.

His refusal not only to believe it but also to acknowledge my feelings infuriates me. It is true! I cry, causing him to jump back. I was pissed off at you for doing that to me. After all we have been through, you tell me no. And why? I have no idea why you wouldnt be interested in me.