The wind brushes my hair.
There's sand in between my toes, the brown substance sticking to my clothes. I sit on the beach, the waves still and barely touching the light brown sand. I pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs. The weather today is a complete contrast to the other day when it snowed.
The sky is clear, merely a few clouds visible to the eye. An ice cream cone suddenly appears before my eyes, and when I turn my head and see my mother holding it out to me, I smile, taking the cone from her. She takes a seat next to me, biting into her cone.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" my mother says, staring forward at the ocean before us. "It's peaceful too, unlike the city you know."
I hum. It is. This town is so different from the city, and even though I grew up here, I got used to the city life and now it feels like I'm seeing all this beauty with new eyes. In the city, the streets are littered with cars and dust pollutes the air, but here the streets are filled with people walking around instead of driving and the air is so clear.
I've gotten used to the fumes and so I have to get used to breathing in fresh air now.
"It is pretty, and very peaceful. It reminds me of my childhood days here. I like it." I say, breathing in the fresh air.
"What is your life like in the city?" my mother asks, turning her head to look at me.
"Not sure. Normal, I guess. Nothing special to call home about." I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"Have you met anyone yet?" she asks, and almost immediately, I think of Raine. Why he's the first person to come to my mind is unknown to me.
"Actually...I have to tell you something," I say, hesitating. Who knows what her reaction will be? "But...I don't want you to judge me. I already judge myself for it enough already."
"I would never judge you." she says, placing her hand on my knee.
"I...I made a mistake, one I regret deeply." I start by saying, and almost immediately, images of that night flash before my eyes, and I have to force myself not to flinch.
"What mistake?" my mother asks, her voice sift and gentle, almost as if to emphasize to me that she really won't judge me. I take a deep breath, hesitating. And then my mind travels back to that night.
That sinful night.
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The Moon Is Beautiful
RomanceBellerose's purity meant a lot to her. She kept every single piece of her purity, not because she's religious, but because she had values, values that others often judged her for. She was never swayed by men, but that all changed when she met Raine...
