by Sarah Dosher
I couldn’t sleep the night before, like I was a greedy, snot-nosed kid on Christmas Eve. Tomorrow I’d see Eli. I’d spent days working on the perfect song to play. It was Eli’s favorite song of her dad’s, but I’d rewritten the words. The original song was a tribute from father to daughter; the new version was a declaration of things lost between lovers. I took the blue guitar she’d given me, the one that belonged to her dad, the one I’d greedily taken when I left her house for good, and headed to say goodbye to her forever. I couldn’t keep living my life waiting for her to start living hers. So tonight wasn’t about trying to win her back, tonight was closure on everything we had, and everything we could have had. I’d never truly let her go, but I had to move forward with my life, or I’d be stuck in this limbo forever.
I drove like a maniac to get there, my foot wouldn’t let up on the gas, I was too focused on being close to her one last time, to smell her scent and see her beautiful face. Then I arrived at the event, palms sweaty, heart racing. My hand refused to grasp the handle and open the car door. I stared at it, wondering when it had become detached from my body. It hadn’t, obviously. Realization that this would be the last time, my last chance, and I was so easily going to throw it away just to say goodbye was stopping me. My body was rebelling, not willing to follow my brain down this heartbreaking path.
A teenager dressed in a standard issue valet vest tapped on my window.
“Sir, if you’d like to attend the party, I can park your car for you.”
I smiled at him, trying my best not to look like a lunatic.
“Here ya go, man, thanks.” I said as I finally got out of the vehicle and walked toward the front door.
Two huge ornate hunks of wood opened in front of me at the hands of two more teenagers, paid to be pleasant to all who entered. Taking two steps into the grand room glowing with huge crystal globes hanging from the ceiling, my eyes immediately went to her. She was standing at the top of a long staircase, and she was even more breathtaking than the images I played on a constant loop through my mind. My memory of her did nothing for the real Eli. Her body was covered in a flowing blue dress, and I could almost swear it was the same color as my eyes. I’d sucked it up and worn the tux like I was told to do on the invitation, but it made me feel like a kid dressing up in my father’s clothes, awkward and like an imposter.
An array of what looked like strings of Christmas lights flowed behind her, making her glow like an angel. My breath left me in one swift rush, like I was struck directly in the center of my chest.
She looked absolutely gorgeous, but she also looked so sad. Her eyes were dull, compared to how alive I knew they had once been. Gazing down at me I saw her eyes fill with memories, and I hoped they were good, and brought her happiness instead of pain. That’s all I wanted for her, happiness.
Seeing her hurt, it damaged me like someone had stuck an ice pick through my heart. I turned away from her, her presence had more effect on me than I thought it would; than I’d hoped it would. This was never going to be easy, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that. But I never expected her to look sad. Tonight was huge for her dad, and I expected her to be smiling, laughing, and enjoying it. That would have made saying goodbye to her easier. No matter how fucked up it sounded, seeing her happy without me would have made facing the days alone less difficult, even if I was miserable, it would give me strength to keeping going.
Making my way backstage to warm up for my song, I tried my best to focus on anything besides her. Her face, her hair that hung low in her eyes that my fingers longed to push behind her ear, every part of her body that mine craved to feel. Chills ran down my spine causing my hair to stand on end, I’d never felt such a physical pull to anyone in my life.
It was my turn to sing, my turn to pour my heart and soul into the goodbye I had penned just for Eli. My feet hit the wooden stage with a loud bang, almost making me jump. There was a single stool, perfectly center which I made my way to and sat down. I could feel Eli directly in front of me, her eyes burning into me. I couldn’t look at her; I’d never make it through what I had to do if I looked at her. Saying goodbye was best for both of us, she could move on and be happy, and maybe someday I could, too.
Pushing the guitar plug into the amp, I tried to pool all my nervous energy into the song. The fact that some of the most famous musicians of all time were sitting in this room waiting for me to sing, was lost on me. I couldn’t fucking care less. The only person I cared about, at this moment, was the girl in the front row, with hair the color of licorice, wearing a dress the color to match my eyes. So I let my fingers glide over the strings, and I said the goodbye my heart already regretted.
While the world is still living
All my passion has faded away
My fingers on this guitar to stop feeling the ache
‘Cause she’ll never long for me
I deceived myself
She was gone from the instant I loved her
My heart still calls to her
As I try to find the power to move forward somehow
No, I won’t ever forget us
Her love was blue and made for another
A fairytale I could never measure
Full of prosperity and control
I was meager with no rise in sight
I deceived myself
She was gone from the instant I loved her
My heart still calls to her
As I try to find the power to move forward somehow
No, I won’t ever forget us
Tears of loss falling down as I try to forget
Her love was a ruse from when I first fell
None of her love, all meant for them
Cause of my pain when I think back to then
I remember her smell as it filled me full
The sound of betrayal as it spilled from her lips
Say to myself time and time again
I’ll never need her from now on
I deceived myself
She was gone from the instant I loved her
My heart still calls to her
As I try to find the power to move forward somehow
No, I won’t ever forget us
It was never meant to be
My heart knows that now
I’ve found the will to forget her now
My bequest to you ‘cause I know that’s your will
I didn’t dare look at Eli during any word of the song, but I could hear her sobs echo through my ears. I didn’t have a clue why she was crying, maybe she was upset I’d changed the words to her father’s song—I had no fucking idea. I finally played the last note and flew down the steps to where she was sitting. If I didn’t face her now, I’d never have the courage to do it again.
Looking up from the floor, she looked shocked to see me standing in front of her. I held her dad’s guitar in my hand, I had to give it back to her because the emotional weight of its presence after tonight would push me over the ledge. Lifting it toward her, I waited and waited for her to take it. Her eyes moved from the guitar, to my face, then back again; I didn’t dare look into her eyes that were still filled with tears. Finally, I felt the weight of the guitar disappear from me as it transferred over to her grasp, and felt my heart leave my body to follow after it, after her.
I don’t remember walking away. I just remember feeling like my task was complete; I’d done what I came here for, so it was time to get my sorry ass gone.
“Wait, stop!” I heard her voice ring through my ears, followed by the pounding of her feet as they grew closer.
I didn’t. I kept walking, one foot in front of the other, but that’s as far as I made it: one fucking step after she commanded me to stop.
“Deacon, wait!” She said, breathless.
I turned to look at her, but didn’t speak.
Her chest was heaving with quick breaths, and she was clutching the guitar to her chest.
“I…it was…” She trailed off, and I couldn’t fathom what
the hell she was trying to say.
The next musician started playing one of Kirk’s songs, and the sound filtering through the amp blocked any conversation we might have had. Instead we just stood there, with hundreds of people staring at us as we stared at each other.
“Come.” She yelled at me, and I almost pissed myself when she threaded her fingers through mine, and led us toward the front doors.
The dry summer heat hit me first, followed by the smell of her perfume the wind carried back to me. Once outside we began the same staring contest we’d just been having inside. I didn’t know what she was fucking waiting for, but I’d pretty much said my goodbye inside, and I really didn’t want to hear hers; I didn’t think my shattered heart could take the sound of goodbye coming from her lips.
“Eli, you don’t have to say anything.” She opened her mouth, but I waved my hand to silence her. “I just wanted to give the guitar back to you, I’ll leave now.”
I slowly backed away from her.
“Deacon, I’m ready.” She blurted out quickly.
“What?” I asked. “Ready for what?”
“I’m ready to stop blaming myself. I’m ready to see the world for what it is again, with you. I wanna see it with you.”
I shook my head.
“Yes. I’ve spent too long blaming myself for what happened. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same person I was before, but I’m ready to try…I want the darkness gone, and only you can give me that.” Her eyes were bright again, like I’d once seen them, so full of life and hope that it scared me. I had nothing left to give her; the song I just played had been the last piece of my heart I had to offer her.
“I can’t give you anything, Eli, especially not that. All I have is darkness, that’s all I’ve ever had. You, you were the only bright in my whole life, and I ruined that, too. No, you can’t expect me to save you because I can’t.”
“I don’t want you to save me. I want us to save each other.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Eli Blue
He walked away, walked away and never looked back; I stood there and watched. I waited for him to look back, they—whoever “they” are—say that means a person really loves you. When they can’t help but look back as they walk away, as they fucking leave you forever, but he didn’t. Guess that gave me my answer.
So that was it, I was going to be a shell of the girl I used to be for the rest of my life. Always wondering what I could have done differently. I could have gone to him sooner, not let him decide his life was better without me. When he played the song, I knew he was gone; I knew he was past me, but I guess I needed him to stomp on my heart one final time before he disappeared forever.
I’d been lying here, staring at the shadows as they danced across my ceiling for hours. I hadn’t even bothered to go back into the party after Deacon left. Dave found me and sent me home in his car. I’d stripped down to my panties and thrown myself on the bed, which is where I’ve been since that moment. My body dead weight on the bed, I felt like I’d never have the desire, or energy, to be anywhere but this bed; where I could constantly relive all my memories. A safe cocoon, filled with nothing but warmth.
I fell asleep sometime during the night and woke to the smell of coffee filling my senses. I looked at the clock and saw it was barely five in the morning, way too early for my coffee to be brewing. I threw on my robe and grabbed the baseball bat I kept strategically placed by my bed before tiptoeing down the stairs. A rhythmic hum was filtering from the kitchen.
I froze in the doorway when I saw Deacon, sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee out of my favorite mug. He knew how I felt about that mug. I stumbled in and pointed my baseball bat at him, almost ready to take a swing.
“I’m in love with you, Eli.” He declared. “I’ve known it since I first laid eyes on you. It just took me awhile to see things clearly, to know that I might actually deserve someone like you.”
I lowered the bat and stared at him.
“Deacon-” I tried to speak.
“I know I’m not exactly the kind of man you always dreamed about, I’m definitely not Prince Charming. If I was you, I wouldn’t choose me.”
“Deacon,” I sighed and walked toward him. “I’ve had time to think things through, as well. I’ve been holding my love in for a while, since that first night, since you shoved me against the wall, and made me feel wanted…and I’ve loved every minute with you since then.”
Relief spread across his face as he slowly closed his eyes.
“I have, too…“
“Wait, let me finish.” I said, holding my finger to his lips. “I’ve had heartache, more heartache than I’d wish on anyone. I don’t want anymore, no more pieces of my heart leaving me.”
“I’m not gonna be one of them, I’m not gonna leave again. I never thought I’d live to find someone like you, Eli. Never thought I’d be able to wake up next to someone as fucking good as you. I know how lucky I am to look at your face every day and know that you see me, you see all of me: the good, the broken, and the healed. I always thought I’d end up like Tony, or worse, dead in some fucking gutter—that’s the only future I ever saw for myself. But then tonight, thinking I’d never see you again, was the worst feeling I’d ever had in my life, as I walked away from you I felt everything good about me dying. I can’t lose you again, Eli.”
“You won’t.” I promised, as he pulled me into his lap and his lips found mine.
Epilogue
Eli Blue
The sunbeams gleamed off my dad’s headstone, blinding me momentarily as I gazed at his name etched in the granite. The grass was lush and soft under my body while I lounged with my feet resting on the bench that we had brought to his resting place. Deacon was perched on the edge of the bench with an acoustic guitar resting on his knee while his foot bounced in perfect rhythm to the song he was writing. He played a few bars while mumbling words and then paused to jot them down in the notebook sitting to his right.
We’d started coming here shortly after our hearts found each other again. I no longer felt overwhelmed by this place, and finally felt the tranquil serenity that so many felt surrounding this city of the dead. The first time I came back after Shaw’s funeral was at Deacon’s insistence, he wanted me to re-introduce him to my dad. It made me smile, his attempt at offering me closure, time and time again, proved to me the extent of his love.
So we’d come back on a chilly, wet day that perfectly matched my gloomy mental state. It’s not that I didn’t want to return, it was simply easier to push those feelings back, and try to forget them instead of coping. But with Deacon by my side, it had been much easier to get out of the car and put one foot in front of the other until I reached his grave. It was still fucking tough, but I’d survived, and now it was one of my favorite places to be. I came at least once a week, and a lot of the time Deacon would come with me. He said that he fed off the peace that seeped from each plot and it fueled him creatively.
Shaw’s grave was always within sight, and I visited him each time, as well. His loss was still fresh and raw within me, boiling to the surface when I least expected to be overtaken by it. It was constant lava, boiling and rising, sometimes slowly, but sometimes with a force like no other. I missed him every day, but I knew things happened for a reason, I knew that finding Deacon just before I lost Shaw didn’t happen by chance. My only regret was not letting Shaw know how much I’d needed him and loved him before he was no longer here, and I knew it would follow me the rest of my days.
“What’s running through that beautiful head of yours?” Deacon asked, tearing me from my thoughts. “You’ve been staring into space for the last ten minutes.”
“Oh you know, the usual. How lucky I am to have loved so many amazing men in my life, and how blessed I am to have them all nearby on such a pretty day.”
He dropped to the ground from his place on the bench and pulled me between his legs, wrapping his arms around me.
“Do you know how much I l
ove you?” He whispered into my ear, sending chills rushing down my spine.
“I have an idea.” I replied with a smile. “I’m assuming as much as I love you; even when you’re cheesy as shit.”
He laughed and started tickling me with one hand while he held my arms against my body with the other. I giggled and tried to squirm away from his grasp, but all I managed to do was end up lying flat on my back with him hovering over me, continuing to torture me with both hands.
“Now, what was that you said about me being cheesy?” He asked with orneriness in his voice.
“Wait, stop…I…” Was all I was able force out between the laughing and wiggling I was doing.
“What? Did you say something?” A large smile was stretched across his face, and even though I wanted to pummel him for tickling me, his happiness warmed me completely.
The tickling stopped as he kissed my forehead, stood, and then pulled me to my feet. “We need to get going, Princess. I can’t be late tonight.”
I nodded, “I know, and I already have everything picked out, so it won’t take me long to get ready.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Seriously, you think I’m buying that line? How many different dresses do you plan to try on tonight?”
“A few.” I answered.
He laughed, “That’s what I thought.”
“But only because I want to look perfect for your big night.”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what you wear, you’ll still look beautiful. Plus I’m not going to win anyway.”
I rolled my eyes at his lack of self-confidence. “I know you’re going to win, and I want to look perfect when I flaunt how right I am in your face.”
“Oh whatever, woman, you could be wearing sweats and I’d still be happy.” He slapped my ass, sending me jumping a couple steps away.