Memories of Dazza...
I sat on the edge of one of the clifts outside of Sydney.
My mind was swimming with memories of Darren. Memories of the life we had shared, but now that was all over.
It has been a week sence I had gotten word of the plane crash.
I hadn't slept in the past few days and now I sat here on this high cliff and let the memories take control...
***FlashBack***
"Darren? I have something to tell you."
Dazza had come over to watch movie and to eat pizza and I sat next to him on the couch.
"Yea, Jonsey?" he said as he turnned towards me.
I looked down, I couldn't say this to his face.
I took a deep breath and continued.
"Dazza, I'm in love with someone and I thought you should know."
All signs of emotion drained from his face, but he quickly recovered, thinking that I hadn't noticed.
"Congradulations, Daniel. Who's you lucky girl?"
"Actualy, It's a he." I bit my lip nervously.
"Ohh..."
"And actualy, It's you." The last part was said under my breath.
Darren's eyes got big.
"Me? Jonsey, your in LOVE with me?"
Before I could answer, he pushed his lips against mine.
I kissed him back, but it just didn't seem real.
"Daniel, I love you too. In fact, I've loved you for the past few years and never thought you loved me back."
He kissed me again and we feel asleep on the couch, in eachothers arms, entwined to perfection.
***End Flashback***
A lone tear feel down my cheek as I brought my hand up to touch my lips.
That was the 1st tear I had sheed for him, but now they flowed like a river and once again, I alowed myself to remember.
***Flashback***
Carefully Darren laid me back onto the bed.
"Are you sure..."
I answered him with a kiss.
He removed my clothes as the kiss deepened and the next morning I wroke up in his arms for the first time.
"Dazza, I love you."
"I love you too, Jonsey."
***End Flashback***
I stood up and looked at the water hitting the rocks below.
'Mabey if I jump...' I thought.
***Flashback***
"Susan, I got to leave early today. Darren's flight should arrive at three." I told my secretary.
"That's fine, Mr Jones."
I grabbed my keys and headed for the airport. I hadn't seen my Dazza in four weeks and I couldn't wait to kiss him again.
When I arrived at the airport, it was kaos!
Everywhere you looked people were running to catch a flight.
I finaly made it to the terminal where Darren's plane was suppost to dock.
There was a few other people there who were wating to greet a friend or loved one.
I waited.... and waited.
After a while I got up to find a clock. My head was spinning with thought.
'What's wrong!'
Planes are always late. I assured myself as I sat back down.
That's when a group of cops led the others and me to a secluded room.
"The plane heading from LA to Sydney went down shortly after take off. Soo far there have been no suvivors... "
I didn't have to hear anymore. I was out of there faster than you could say Dazza.
***End Flashback***
I looked over the edge again..... and jumped.
***Two Days Later***
I layed in a hospital bed with a broken arm and leg, and a good bump on the head.
"I'm soo stupid I can't even kill myself." I mumbled under my breath.
Some nurse had came in to check on me a few hours ago and had left the tv on. All of a sudden, I saw a familier face.
***On TV***
"We're here with three of the survivors from crash 3-19." The camera man focuses on a young man with unbrushed hair that was covered in soot. "Sir, there was something you wanted to say?"
The man bit his lip.
"Yes, there is." he turned to face the camera. "Daniel, I'm still alive. I'm coming home. Please! Have faith in me!"
The man was carried off in an ambulance.
"If there is something you would like to know about the survivors of this horrible crash, you can contact your local station by dialing the number at the bottom of the screen."
***The Hospital***
"Nurse!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
As soon as one arived, I had her dial the station.
"Channel 5."
"About the crash..."
"Hold please."
***Ten Minutes Later***
"This is Summer Mackfield. How can I help you?"
"Yes, Summer. Are you the one I should contact about the plane crash?"
"Yes, Sir."
"One of the survivors. Darren Hayes. Was my... best friend. Where..."
"All survivors were sent home at the expence of the of the air-lines. He should have left the states at nine thirty this morning."
I sighed. Dazza... I love you.
"Sir? Is there anything else you would like to know?"
"Yes, Do you know how bad he was hurt?"
"No, sir. I don't."
"Thank you."
I hung up.
"Thank God he's safe!"
"You are more than friends arn't you?" I had forgotten the nurse was still in there. "Mr. Jones?"
"Yes, we are." I leaned pack on my pillow and closed my eyes. "Could you send a message to my house soo he will know where I am?"
"Consider it done."
***Early The Next Mornig***
"Daniel?"
"Dazza."
I sat up in bed and looked at him. He was in a wheel chair, but I couldn't find anything wrong except a broken leg.
His eyes sparkled.
"I love you."