His Sunshine, Gabrielle

never easy to say goodbye

Gabrielle Marie Dasher.
   
     My skinny fingers gently touched the purple circles under Weston's eyes and down his soft cheek that resembled the color of a white wall-- so pale.

     "Promise me that when you go back, you will take your medicines again." I whisper to Weston, who was leaning in to my touch.

     Weston gave me a smile, he took my hand that was cupping his cheek and planted his pale lips against my thumb.

      "I promise." Weston whispered, and suddenly the pain I felt when I said goodbye to Weston in Jersey had returned.Once again we had to go our seperate ways.

      Weston had stayed with Carter and I for a week in the beach house. It was great seeing them get along, but sadly it was now a day away from Christmas Eve and Wes had to go back to Jersey.I'm not sure why, he said something to do with his medicines. I didn't want to worry because I know Wes didn't want to see me upset about his Luekiema.But, inside I was worried sick.

     He was going to fight it though, I know it.

     "Don't look so sad, we'll see each other in a few days once you and Carter make the trip." Weston smiled at me, however sometime in his eyes told me he didn't want to say goodbye.

      Weston had given me tickets to go to Jersey whenever I wanted and with much begging, I made him get me tickets to go to New York.

  Carter said his dad lived there and that he wanted to see him.I got tickets for us to fly to New York after Christmas, so we could spend new years with his dad and then go to Jersey, so I could visit Weston.The tickets were already wrapped and tucked under our new Christmas tree.

    "It's never going to be easy to say goodbye to you Wes." I bite my lip, not even looking at him because of what was due to happen in an hour.

       We were sitting in the airport, eating sandwiches as we waited for his plane to arrive.However, I wish that plane didn't ever come.I didn't want to say goodbye or feel this rush of sadness when we hug for the last time until the next time we see each other.

    "I know that baby, it's hard not always having you next to me." Weston mutters against my forehead, "Remember the second time we met again?" Weston laughs.

       

             Sophomore Year

    "Weston Richardson and Brielle Dasher."
  
        I yawned at the mention of my name being called and the name of my partner, Richardson. The boy was my friend and crush in third grade until he ate my cupcake, that my dad had bought for me during recess time.

      "Long time no talk Dasher." A voice spoke beside me.

      I turn my head to meet blue eyes.He had short blonde hair that was styled to look messy.A tight leather jacket clung to his muscular body and black jeans to his legs.He had a pointed nose, a pierced ear and pale lips.In other words, he's perfect.

       "I know, does it have to be due to fact that you're scared I'm going to send my brothers out for you for eating my cupcake again?" I teased, remembering Kyden and Liam giving Wes a serious talk about not eating or touching my stuff.

     "Haha very funny, do you know how scared I was of your brother back then? I practically shit my pants that day." Weston blurts out, his cheeks turning a light pink color.

        I began to laugh, making him laugh with me.And something in me, felt liberated.It's been a while since I smiled or even laughed, and it felt great to do it.