English Short Story:
Decision
I took a seat on the couch, placing my hands on my lap to hold my legs down. My knees were fighting against my hands, straining as much as they could to start shaking but I wouldn’t let them. My heart was pounding against my chest, feeling like it was going to burst at any moment. Beads of sweat forming on my hands. I had never been more nervous in my life, yet still, I feigned calm. I refused to let myself get worked up over something I figured couldn’t happen, and the last thing I wanted was Kai to think that I was going crazy over this whole thing regardless of whether or not he would be understanding of it. I knew he would be. But I also knew that the odds were very slim that it would be positive and I didn’t want to freak out in case it was over absolutely nothing. My pride wouldn’t let me.
Kyle was busy pacing back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. I simply watched him as he walked. His footsteps were unsure, and made a sort of thumping noise as he continued his march. Something like that would have irritated me before. It didn’t now. His Cockatiel had also begun flapping it wings wildly, and the picture of Kyle’s family was somewhat crooked on the wall unit. Those things just didn’t seem to bother me anymore. It was as if every sensory receptor in my body had shutdown. My brain however, was working overtime.
The thing that was scaring me the most, that kept replaying in my head, was that—I might very well have to make the hardest decision of my life. I already felt so attached to this thing inside me that very likely doesn’t exist, and—if I was forced to kill it, I wouldn’t know what to do. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I murdered something that didn’t even have a chance to start living. At the same time, however, I couldn’t keep it because I would have no way of raising it. It wouldn’t be fair to bring something into the world without the proper means to raise it. The child would leave me unable to graduate from high school, forcing me to keep my job at Value Village pricing women’s clothing for way more than they’re worth. A life of writing down a letter and number on a small white card with the company’s logo on the back is not something I really want to do.
I was busy staring at the grey carpet with the indents from a recently moved coffee table on it when Kyle came and sat down beside me. I could feel the couch shift underneath his weight, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. Taking his hand in my sweaty one, I looked at him. The poor guy was more nervous than I was. He was busy grinning, but that was more because he was nervous, and scared about the outcome than actually being happy. I stared into his eyes and knew I was the luckiest girl in the world because I was going through this with him rather than someone else.
One thing I know I will never forget, is when we went to our friend’s cabin for May Long Weekend. We weren’t dating then, but we were as close as friends could get. We had spent the evening drinking, and were both lying in the top bunk of our friend’s bed laughing and having a good time. I remember him spending a good 5 minutes trying to explain to me that I wouldn’t fall off the bunk if I rolled over top of him because there was a metal bar in the way. I kept telling him, “No! I’ll roll over the bar!”, but he refused to believe me. He then decided to demonstrate the situation to me, where I discovered I was completely right and that I could very well fall off and break my neck. But—I didn’t care about who was right or not. I just loved the feeling of him holding onto me, and being as close with him as I was. It was that night that really sparked our relationship.
Hearing the timer go off on the microwave, we squeezed each other’s hand. Standing up together, we walked towards the hallway. This 10 second journey seemed to take an hour. Time completely slowed down. My heart was pounding harder than before, I had a faint ringing in my ears, and my hand was slipping within Kyle’s grasp. The carpet felt thick under my feet as I neared the washroom.
I was startled when Kyle abruptly stopped. Feeling the sudden motion, I turned to look at him. His eyes stared deep into mine, his mouth no longer making the upward curve that I loved so much.
“I really don’t want to make this about me, but—I just want you to know that, even though it is your decision in the end, it would ruin my life if you kept it,” I dropped my eyes from his, once again staring at the floor. Kyle lifted up my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Because--I would be the father of that child, and I would support both of you.”
I nodded and smiled. I was so lucky to have him. It was at this moment I knew that the test result wasn’t an issue anymore. I knew exactly what I was planning to do regardless of the outcome. And I also knew that my relationship with Kyle would grow so much from the experience alone. Anyone else’s relationship would have crumbled under the stress, but—we stuck by each other. We proved to ourselves our level of commitment to one another, and it was this thought that caused me to smile.
I gently squeezed Kyle’s hand with my own before taking the final few steps into the washroom.
