Ch. 12
"Hello," I smiled jumping into bed with Sarah. She snuggled into me. It was the first time I'd seen her since she'd gotten home from an especially bad week of treatment.
"I can't walk," she sighed.
I gently rub her back. "I can't do a handstand," I offered. She smiled. "I can't do a split, touch my toes, drive a motorcycle, do a slam dunk, hold my breath for a minute, wiggle my ears, and draw," I listed out. "Do you want to spend all evening saying all the things we can't do?"
"No, can we go watch the sunset instead?" She asks.
"Of course."
Carefully I picked her up and carried her outside. Together we sat in the hammock and watched the sun until it totally vanished. "If you could relive any moment of your life, which one would you choose?" Sarah asked.
I traced the constellations in the air. "Do you remember that time after school when we climbed that hill?"
A smile spread across her face. "You were so determined to reach the top."
"And then we did and that deer came right up to you." The image played over and over again in my mind. Sarah held her hand out to it, and for one second the deer was still and it touched her. Then just as quickly, it bolted away leaving us unable to speak.
"It was beautiful," Sarah nodded. "I swear, Logan it looked me right in the eyes as if to say hi."
"What would you relive?" I asked tangling my hand in her dark hair. My favorite thing about her had always been her curly, soft hair. I'd just lay next to her and twist it around my fingers for hours. It scared me the most to think of her losing it, to know there wasn't much time left until it would all go away.
"That time we were swinging," she laughed. "We soared so high and even when we jumped, you didn't let go of my hand."
I wrapped my fingers around hers and didn't let go even when she fell asleep.