UNCONDITIONALLY YOURS

A spec of light in a lot of dark // 8

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And so I found myself looking over the edge of a rock ledge down into a pool at the bottom of a waterfall. I had also removed my shoes, as well as my jumper, to prevent some of my clothes from getting wet, even if I was going to be otherwise soaked. I hesitated.

"You can hold my hand if it makes you feel better." Parker said teasingly. I shot him a quick death stare before jumping off the rock.

I plummeted toward the water. The drop felt even further that I had anticipated, however, it did not bother me. As I felt the water splash around me, I was instantly shocked by how cold it was. It felt like ice that had only just melted. It was the sort of temperature appropriate for a wetsuit as appose to a t-shirt and jeans. Despite the water being almost too cold, it was somewhat refreshing. I was not sure if my exhilaration was caused by the adrenaline of the jump or the fact I was doing something I knew my father would hate, but either way it felt good. I smirked to myself as I imagined my father's face if he saw me jump off rocks with his worst enemy. Parker spared no time before leaping off the rock to join me.

"Worth it, am I right?" Parker said as he rose from under the surface. He was absolutely right, however, I was also stubborn. 

"It's cold and my clothes are soaked. More negatives than positives if you ask me." I became increasingly annoyed when my words did not at all dishearten him. He maintained his usual calm, cheerful and confident face.

"How I wish I could believe you, Thunder." He looked at me and paused for a split second before flicking water at me and swimming toward the middle of the water. I wiped the water off my eyes before quickly following him.

We swam over just beside the waterfall and rested by gripping onto the edge. The sound of the water falling down was beautiful and calming, more so up close. I fell into a trance as I took in my surroundings.

"You're different." Parker said suddenly. I turned around to face him. He was staring and me as if I were a puzzle he was yet to solve.

"What do you mean by that?" I  answered calmly. I think we both knew I knew exactly what he meant though I thought I would play dumb and clarify.

"Most girls your age who lead the same life of riches and luxury are so different from you. I always envisaged the daughter of David Atkinson to be just like them and can you blame me? They all seemed the same until you." There was a moment's silence as I struggled to find the words to say next.

"Maybe I am more similar to them than you think." Probably the only reason I was not like them was due to my painful past, though I had never felt a strong urge to live like a princess anyway. That part of my life was not something I wanted to dive into a conversation about so it was better suited as a mystery, at least to Parker.

"No, that's not it." I looked at him blankly so he continued. "Other 'rich girls' as such would rather be at a fancy restraunt, and even if they did come here they would never jump off a rock into icy cold water. Or maybe they would, but they would screech at the idea of getting their hair wet or smudging their makeup."

"That is an awfully bias way to categorise girls based only on their money and parents." I challenged him.

"Maybe, but you must know it is true. It isn't their money, more the way they were raised if that makes it any better." He speculated intently whilst leaning towards me slowly as he spoke.