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Valediction (One/Three)
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I guess whatever being that lives upstairs was listening to me when I made deals and trades for her life when the infection took over. She pulled through after five days in intensive care and another week in recovery, but even after she went into remission, she was never the same. She was quieter, and she didn’t laugh as easily as she used to. At least, not at the little things, or when other people joked around. Sure, she’d laugh a little bit to humor them, but it was never a real laugh. With me, it was different. At first, I thought she was doing the same thing with me that she did with everybody else, just laughing to placate me. After awhile, though, I started to see that it wasn’t like that; when she laughed at something I said, it went to her eyes. It never seemed to with anybody else, at least not often. I still think of that as one of my greatest accomplishments, making her laugh.
When she went into remission the first time, we took the phrase "live life to the fullest" literally. There was a lot more quality time with the family, and instead of going to bars and clubs like we’d done most of the time we’d all been friends, we’d usually go to Bette’s and just hang out together in the yard, or to the Planet in the daytime. Everyone was so fucking overjoyed to have her healthy again, and I know they had to have dropped a lot of important things to spend time with her.
Tennis was hard for her to talk about at first, but once she came to terms with the fact that she wasn’t going to play anymore, it brought her a lot of happiness. It always had, whether she was playing it or not, and before too long we’d started to meet at either our apartment or the Planet to watch matches and listen to her yell at whoever happened to be competing. She’d always done that, but for some reason, after the cancer it was all that much more endearing.
We took a lot of trips…just the two of us, and as a group. We went to Italy and Spain and Japan and a whole lot of other places. It didn’t mean much to me since I was kind of a homebody, but Dana loved to travel. She always said that when she’d traveled for tennis, she’d never had the chance to really slow down and see everything. She loved being a tourist and carrying her ancient film camera everywhere. Even the tour guides smirked at it, but I could never get her to even touch a digital. She could barely turn her computer on, and for some weird reason I thought it was the most adorable thing on earth.
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I hate to just repeat what everyone else said…but yeah, wow. I don’t think I’ve ever cried from fan fic before, but tears actually welled up in my eyes by the 3rd page of this. I almost didn’t read it because I want to live in a delusional fan fic universe where Dana dying of cancer is never part of the equation, but I love your writing so much I couldn’t resist. I’m bracing myself for the outcome, but I know it’ll be worth it if the next 2 chapters are anything like this one (and I’m sure they will be).
Awesome!! That’s all I can say with a lump in my throat.
Perfect.
You.Slayed.Me. That was pretty fucking great.
Wow. I Don’t even know what to say it’s just amazing
Wow…that’s pretty much all there is to say. I’m supposed to be writing a paper, but i stopped to see if anything new was posted and i’m glad i did! This is such an awesome story, its so real. Please continue and SOON!
Dana’s death really was handled poorly on the show, both last season and this one (so far), so I’m interested to see your interpretation. This was an excellent first chapter, though I know the heartbreak is coming. Thanks
you got me all so teary eyes :'( liking the closure that we certainly didn’t get on the show. also the first person-thing. it’s done perfect :)
I lost my longest friend recently to cancer so this opened those wounds. It is a poingnant story and well constructed and written so the reader is a participant. Please continueJackie E
Ok, I just have to say that I pretty much started crying on the second page, and now that I’m finished I still can’t stop crying. That was…my God. There are no words for all the love and emotion you just created between the two. 5 pages of your story proved their love more than storyline IC could have written. Please post the rest of this story soon, although I’ll have to remember to grab an entire box of tissues next installment. Great job.
Amazing! I love how you are writing this…I like the 1st person angle, it works! I am almost crying, but I am at work and that makes me want to cry on its own…no seriously you have a gift! Looking fwd to all your posts for all your stories (YOU, Weather the Storm and now Valediction)
really good and so sad.