Post by Shaniqua on Nov 4, 2006 17:06:36 GMT -5
I like… Long walks on the beach watching the sunset…
He remembered what she said. When she said that. He remembered that day clearly. It started as a sunny New York morning. So busy… Yet so peaceful.
“Why don’t we just stay in?” He suggested. She shook her head her long blonde hair getting a little messier by the gesture.
“That’s what we do ALL the time, why don’t we do something for a change?” she suggested. It came to him as a surprise. Something unexpected. She almost never wanted to leave the house. She didn’t want them to be out in public being all `couply`.
“Really?”
“Yes really, now let’s go take a shower and start the day out,” she said taking his arms and trying her best to lift him up making him follow her in the shower.
Yes. He remembered that day. That morning in the shower. He remembered that… But really. It wasn’t just the morning that he remembered. Not only the shower or the part where they walked along the park hand in hand snuggled and arms around each other not caring for the world. No. It was… It was what she said during that time…
“You know… I didn’t know with would be this fun being like this with you,” she admitted to him as they sat on the side benches a big oak tree standing providing them shade from the sun.
“What did you think it would be like?”
“I don’t know… It’s just… This feels right you know?”
He looked down and met her face their eyes locking and a smile creeping on their faces silently telling each other those three words in their head. It still yet to get out of their tongue…
“I know,” he whispered to her pulling her on his lamp and tickling her sides.
Indeed it was a beautiful day. And comparing it to that afternoon… It was nothing…
“So where to now?” he inquired getting in the car. She thought for a moment and after about two seconds debating with herself she smiled at him. A mischievous smile.
“Switch?”
Before he knew it… They were at the beach walking through the sand enjoying the scenery of the tides rolling in the coast and little children running around making sand castles here and there.
“I like this,”
“Me too,”
“How come we don’t do this more?” she asked not really thinking about what she was asking. She was speaking from her heart of course.
“Because you don’t allow us to,” he said bitterness in his voice. Why did she have to ruin the moment by asking that. She knew how he felt about the secrecy. She didn’t need to push it.
“Well… I guess… We could…”
“There isn’t a way of not letting people finding out about us and doing this at the same time…” he said.
The fight. The one that was interrupted by a little child screaming for help…
“She’s drowning!!!” she screamed running into the water trying to catch the girl who was being taken away by the tide.
She swam. As fast as she could with him in tow. He got the little girl and swam back with her returning her to her family.
“Martin!” he heard. It was her voice. But as he looked around she wasn’t in sight. She was there. In the ocean trying her best to swim back to him. But no. The tides were too strong for her. The current of the Atlantic was taking her far.
He jumped in the water… But she wasn’t anywhere in sight anymore. There was no screaming. And for that moment… Everything was silent until he heard a whisper of `I love You`… He looked around. Still nothing…
She was found about two weeks later. Her body washed onto the beach, what’s left of her skin was prude and her blonde hair wet reminding him of the shower. Her lips curled up and her eyes shut.
He was the one who found her body. For everyday after her disappearance into the ocean, it was the only place he was at. Hoping for a miracle that she would walk out of the water unharmed. It was high dreams. He knew that the moment he saw the blonde hair washed up among the beach.
Now. It was a year later. He would do back there every now and then just looking out hating the place but finding her close to him there.
He hated the ocean. He hated the fishes. He hated himself for forgetting about her and saving the little girl. He hated the tides. The current. He hated the waters. He hated the world.
He hated so many things… Especially the fact that she died without knowing that he loved her.
He remembered what she said. When she said that. He remembered that day clearly. It started as a sunny New York morning. So busy… Yet so peaceful.
“Why don’t we just stay in?” He suggested. She shook her head her long blonde hair getting a little messier by the gesture.
“That’s what we do ALL the time, why don’t we do something for a change?” she suggested. It came to him as a surprise. Something unexpected. She almost never wanted to leave the house. She didn’t want them to be out in public being all `couply`.
“Really?”
“Yes really, now let’s go take a shower and start the day out,” she said taking his arms and trying her best to lift him up making him follow her in the shower.
Yes. He remembered that day. That morning in the shower. He remembered that… But really. It wasn’t just the morning that he remembered. Not only the shower or the part where they walked along the park hand in hand snuggled and arms around each other not caring for the world. No. It was… It was what she said during that time…
“You know… I didn’t know with would be this fun being like this with you,” she admitted to him as they sat on the side benches a big oak tree standing providing them shade from the sun.
“What did you think it would be like?”
“I don’t know… It’s just… This feels right you know?”
He looked down and met her face their eyes locking and a smile creeping on their faces silently telling each other those three words in their head. It still yet to get out of their tongue…
“I know,” he whispered to her pulling her on his lamp and tickling her sides.
Indeed it was a beautiful day. And comparing it to that afternoon… It was nothing…
“So where to now?” he inquired getting in the car. She thought for a moment and after about two seconds debating with herself she smiled at him. A mischievous smile.
“Switch?”
Before he knew it… They were at the beach walking through the sand enjoying the scenery of the tides rolling in the coast and little children running around making sand castles here and there.
“I like this,”
“Me too,”
“How come we don’t do this more?” she asked not really thinking about what she was asking. She was speaking from her heart of course.
“Because you don’t allow us to,” he said bitterness in his voice. Why did she have to ruin the moment by asking that. She knew how he felt about the secrecy. She didn’t need to push it.
“Well… I guess… We could…”
“There isn’t a way of not letting people finding out about us and doing this at the same time…” he said.
The fight. The one that was interrupted by a little child screaming for help…
“She’s drowning!!!” she screamed running into the water trying to catch the girl who was being taken away by the tide.
She swam. As fast as she could with him in tow. He got the little girl and swam back with her returning her to her family.
“Martin!” he heard. It was her voice. But as he looked around she wasn’t in sight. She was there. In the ocean trying her best to swim back to him. But no. The tides were too strong for her. The current of the Atlantic was taking her far.
He jumped in the water… But she wasn’t anywhere in sight anymore. There was no screaming. And for that moment… Everything was silent until he heard a whisper of `I love You`… He looked around. Still nothing…
She was found about two weeks later. Her body washed onto the beach, what’s left of her skin was prude and her blonde hair wet reminding him of the shower. Her lips curled up and her eyes shut.
He was the one who found her body. For everyday after her disappearance into the ocean, it was the only place he was at. Hoping for a miracle that she would walk out of the water unharmed. It was high dreams. He knew that the moment he saw the blonde hair washed up among the beach.
Now. It was a year later. He would do back there every now and then just looking out hating the place but finding her close to him there.
He hated the ocean. He hated the fishes. He hated himself for forgetting about her and saving the little girl. He hated the tides. The current. He hated the waters. He hated the world.
He hated so many things… Especially the fact that she died without knowing that he loved her.
But so well written. Great job. 
