Hello, Kenzo

Fight for Him

"Yes, I am alone," I answered sadly, and I am in no way hiding the pain and frustration tonight.

"Then, will you let me accompany you now?" Timothy smiled awkwardly, offering a hand for me to dance.

I looked him in the eyes, and I felt guilty for always rejecting him when all he wanted was to be there for me when I was having my worst days.

Now he was here again—what a grave coincidence!

"Just for tonight," I answered in my lowest voice, accepting his hand to dance.

But while dancing, I had no one in mind but Kenzo and the frustration of wanting him by my side in moments when I needed someone to lean on was getting the best of me. I badly wanted to talk to him.

But Kenzo did nothing but be unfair to me! How was it so hard to leave me a message that he wanted time away from me? Or was he having a problem? I'd be there; I'd understand, but he would just leave me hanging without a single notice, making me crazy thinking about his whereabouts!

"You look troubled. What are you thinking? Is it about the guy you were talking about last time?" Timothy broke my thoughts, and I snapped back into reality.

He was frowning at me, obviously concerned about me.

I nodded, smiling softly. "He's been ignoring me again, and I am terrified to feel all the feelings I had when he left me before. We were just fine, and now I am lost again!"

Timothy shook his head as if not believing his ears. Then he turned to face me, looking determined. "It's none of my business how you feel or who you love, but your happiness is of more concern than mine. Wanna go somewhere to breathe?"

"Where?"

"Anywhere to get your mind distracted. You know, you cannot let him feel your world revolves only around him; you should remember that having a separate world without him on it is a great breather when you need somewhere to run." Timothy smiled, so I smiled at him gratefully, taking his arm, and we walked out of the club.

He helped me up to his motorcycle and put on a helmet for me. Everything he was doing was beyond what I asked for tonight to comfort my feelings.

"Hold ok to me, ok?" he yelled in his helmet and kicked on his motorcycle engine. The roar filled the evening air. He pulled my body tightly into him, and my arms wrapped around him.

"Don't ever get me killed!" I yelled back tensely as I leaned into his back comfortably and held onto him tight, enjoying the warmth surrounding us as Timothy accelerated through the empty streets.

We drove in silence for quite some time; we went down several streets, and after some turns, I suddenly realized something: the places were the ones Kenzo and I used to pass by whenever we decided to go on a joyride.

"Tim, can we maybe go somewhere noisier? Like an amusement park? I feel like I want to shoot something or I'll go crazy!" I yelled behind him, and I saw him nod and smile in the left mirror of his motorcycle.

Before I knew it, I was reloading a gun for the tenth time and was having a great time giving out free toys and free snacks to kids who were delightfully watching me for hours while I emptied booth after booth.

"You are a good shooter! Your boyfriend should think twice about messing with you!" Timothy cried with an awkward smile while he ate snacks, sitting on a chair behind me.

"Yeah right?" I yelled, shot, and fired bullets at balloons, stuffed animals, and anything in every booth. It was fun. So much fun. And it reminded me so much of Kenzo that I instantly missed him and wished he was there shooting next to me.

After finishing the last booth, Timothy came with a number plate, motioning for me to eat, and I nodded in return.

"I don't know what foods you prefer, so I picked the all-set..."

"We won't be finishing all that!" I cried, but Timothy hushed me with his finger.

"We are not wasting it, ok?"

The cold breeze of the night was sending chills through my whole body, but the chill felt nice, relaxing, and comforting after all the excitement and fun.

I leaned closer to Tim, resting my chin on his shoulder, and sighed in contentment. "Whatever you want!"

We ate and talked, but something in me was not fine; it was weird, and I didn't know why. Something seemed off, but I didn't want to say anything about it because I was too afraid it could ruin this moment, whatever 'this moment'" may be.

After eating, we got into another booth and talked and laughed until the night deepened, but I tried smiling, I just couldn't keep it, and I noticed him looking at me a few times. "What's wrong?" I finally asked when he had been staring at me intently for about twenty minutes.

"Nothing!" he smiled nervously. But he kept glancing at me from time to time, which made my insides twist anxiously.

"Really! You keep staring, and it has been over ten minutes since we finished eating." His smile vanished from his lips, and he started chewing his lip worriedly.

"You don't have to keep smiling when you are not happy," Timothy said slowly. "So, I wonder, where does this Kenzo live? I think I can get you to him."

My heart fluttered in my chest, and a shiver ran through me. My breath hitched, and I felt my body temperature rising quickly.

"Why would you do that?" I shrieked and grabbed him by the shoulders firmly so that I didn't lose control of myself. The disbelief I felt was too much. Too overwhelming. I was shaking.

"I know I can never make you happy as much as he does, so where to?" Timothy grinned, trying to keep things cool.

I was dumbfounded. I never knew someone would be this selfless and brave.

Once again, Timothy helped me up to his motorcycle and fixed my helmet, still smiling, but I could see through his eyeglasses how much he was breaking.

"Ok, hold on to me until I get you to your happiness!" he yelled, and before I could answer, Timothy roared the motorcycle's engine into the sky. As we flew above the street lamps that lit our path, I closed my eyes and leaned into him, holding tightly to his torso.

The wind caressed my hair as the stars shone upon us, and I felt peaceful. It might be selfish, but as we came closer to the streets where Kenzo lived, I felt free and relieved.

Timothy slowed down, and minutes later, he stopped and turned off the engine.

"Timothy..." I almost choked my words as I stepped off the motorcycle, but he smiled and helped me remove the helmet.

"Well, see you when I see you? Good luck!" Timothy left, and I was lost for a moment.

My mind stopped processing everything as a wave of sadness washed over me. A sense of loss engulfed me, and I found myself unable to move or speak, feeling as if I were paralyzed.

There, on the other side of the street, Kenzo stood helpless and worried.

"Stella," he breathed, and he smiled as his tears began to flow uncontrollably.