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I walked across the path made of smooth grey stones which were slightly kissed by tan grains of sand. My grey jacket rested over my shoulders, the hood over my head. With every breath I took, the warm air met the cold. The beach was cloaked in a thin mist, and the sky, gloomy and grey. The waves crashed onto the rocks, the sound was more than I needed to get through this day.
I know most people hate days such as these, but not I. I liked the feeling of the cold, still air on my face, and the dampness in my hair. I liked that the sun peaked through little bits of open clouds. I like that the water was not clear, nor black, but grey. It made me remember that there's always something to everything.
I removed my right hand from my jacket's pouch and laid it over the damp stones. I kept walking, my Chucks crushing the bits of sand underneath me. I looked out to the scenery on my right hand side, the gloom was not at all gloom to me. I saw it as beautiful. I enjoyed the lack of colors because it reassured me that like everything else they'd come back.
My hand began to tingle, so I lifted it up. My skin was dotted with tan, little grains. I wiped them off on the side of my blue skinnies and placed the hand back into my pouch. I moved sideways toward the left wall. It too was made of smooth grey stones, but on this side of the wall was a hill of tall, bright green grass. I couldn't help but to reach out and touch it. I smile tugged at my lips but didn't really go, but I knew that if anyone were to see my eyes now, they'd be twinkling with satisfaction.
I used every sense I had except taste, I assure you. But with all these physical feelings I was experiencing, I still had the copacity to think of him as I approached the staircase. Of his beautiful smile that made the sun seem like nothing in comparison. Of his chocolate brown eyes that held more mysteries than I could ever imagine. Of his fresh white colored skin that radiated warmth of a bright summer's day. Of his soft black hair. Of how I missed the way he could get me to smile and not say a word. Of how I missed his presence.
As I got near to two feet from the first step of the 7 stepped staircase, I saw a Volcom hoodie and black skinny jeans sitting at the bottom of the wall. The person's head was covered by their hood, and I could see black hair falling down to hid their face on their left side. Their feet were against the wall, and their hands in their lap. I took a few more steps and the person looked up. It was Dean. Usually his hair was only brown, but it must've been the dampness.
He greeted me with a light smile and said, "Hey."
"How'd you know I'd be here?" I asked.
"Luna said you'd be here. I asked where you were and after looking out the window, with confidence she told me to wait here, and you'd come. So here I came, and here you are." he answered.
"Luna knows me best." I said flatly.
"I suppose. Well, I came because I wanted to ask you something." he said hesitantly.
"What?" I said curiously, moving down one step.
"Come here, and sit." he gestured, patting his right side. "You'll be suprised with me."
 xXRawr-GirrXx · Sat Aug 07, 2010 @ 11:57pm · 0 Comments |
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