I nod at him, unable to speak, and he smiles at me. He pulls up to the curb, and the three of us get out of the car. I turn around to hug Kimber and breakdown at the same time she does.
“I love you,” I choke out and I feel her nod her head in response. We hold tightly onto each other and when we finally loosen our hold, I turn to Jase and just fall into him and cry. His arms have been home for me. He’s everything to me, and my heart breaks to think about not having him. He kisses the top of my head and says, “I’m so proud of you. I’m going to come visit you in a few weeks, okay?”
I pull back and nod my head. As soon as I accepted my offer in New York, Jase booked a ticket to come visit me at the end of June. So, I only have a few weeks until I see him again.
We all say our goodbyes and cry a little more before I grab my bags and wheel them to the luggage counter to check them. Once they are checked, I make my way through security and walk to my gate. My mind is consumed, and a part of me wants to hop in a cab and run back home. I start doubting myself, and I’m not sure I can do this alone. Maybe I should have taken the job in Seattle. If I did that, everything would be different.
I sit down on one of the chairs facing out the window. My plane is already here, and I watch as the carts drive up next to it with everyone’s luggage. My insides are twisting with anxiety. I think about how everything has changed in the past two months, ever since the morning the detective called. It took me a while to understand why Ryan did what he did. Dr. Christman helped me sort out all of my thoughts and I know, in Ryan’s mind, he only did it because he didn’t want to hurt me. I know he never meant to deceive me, and in my heart I have forgiven him.
Going to New York has always been my dream, but now that it’s actually happening, I’m suddenly questioning if it still is. Would I be this sad if it was? Shouldn’t I be happy? I wonder if I should even be doing this. Maybe I’m just stuck on the dreams of my past. Dreams change; maybe mine has. I thought I had everything planned out, but this year took me in a completely different direction. Meeting Ryan and falling in love was the last thing I ever expected. The last thing I thought I ever deserved.
I’ve been working so hard in therapy, but now I think this whole New York thing is just something I’m forcing, to try and prove to myself that I am strong enough to do it, to stop clinging and be independent. But what if what I am actually clinging to now is the dream? A dream that really isn’t my dream anymore. Because when I close my eyes it’s never there. It’s Ryan. What if the choice that takes the most strength is not the choice to get on that plane, but the choice to know that I shouldn’t get on that plane? I snap out of my thoughts when realization suddenly hits me. What am I doing?
Grabbing my purse, I stand up and start pushing my way through the crowds in the terminal. I run by the security check and find the exit. I fly down the escalators and when I run out the sliding doors, I hail the first cab that I see. I hop in the back seat and give the driver the address.
Pulling out my phone, I go through my call history and find the number I’m looking for. I tap it and after a few rings a woman answers, “PNB. How may I help you?”
“Is Peter Kirchner available?”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“Candace Parker.”
“One moment please.”
Butterflies swarm in my stomach as I wait. I’m on hold, hoping that I still have a chance to sign with them.
“Ms. Parker, this is Peter. How can I help you?”
“Hi, Mr. Kirchner. I was actually wondering if it was too late to be considered for placement in your company.”
“What happened to the American Ballet Theatre?”
“It wasn’t the right choice for me.”
“Why don’t you come in on Monday, and we can get all those papers signed? We would be honored to have you.”
“Thank you. Really. I will see you Monday.”
“See you then.”
When the cab stops, I hand over the money, get out, and start walking up the drive to the stairs that lead to his front door. I ring the bell and immediately start crying, feeling a total overload of emotions.
When the door opens, my breath catches, and he takes one look at me and asks, “What are you doing here? I just got off the phone with Jase. He said he dropped you off at the airport.”
“I can’t go. I’m so sorry. I can’t do it.”
“What do you mean you can’t do it?”
“Because . . . I love you too much to leave. And I miss you. And I made a huge mistake by leaving you. I’m so sorry,” I cry out.
When he wraps me in his arms, I know this is where I belong. This is my dream.
“Baby, you didn’t make any mistakes.”
“I did. And I know I hurt you. But, I’m so sorry. I can’t go because I can’t leave you. I don’t want to leave you.”
Pulling me inside, he closes the door, and he walks me over to the couch. When we sit down, he says, “I can’t let you give up on your dream. I can’t.”