I hadn't seen Reece in five days, he'd gone back north to catch up with dear ones and if I'm honest, I gave him the space to do so, not messaging him really at all. The only time I heard from him was this morning when he told me to meet him at the cafe by the shore.
My windows were glazed with raindrops as they chased each other down to the window pane. I would've offer my place as somewhere to catch up, but River has recently rekindle things with Jamie and I knew they'd appreciate me out of the house, despite the downpour outside.
Unsurprisingly, the cafe was empty. I wrapped warm for this dimly lit table beside the window didn't provide as much warmth as I'd hope, but I knew Reece would ignite some sort of spark inside of me.
I sipped lightly at my cappuccino, adorning some froth on my upper lip, which I wiped away with the cuff of my sleeve. I knew Reece was travelling back home to me today, but I'd expect his time keeping to be better, as he's almost weirdly on time whenever I catch him upon the cliff.
It's as if he knew he was invading my thoughts and scurried in through the main entrance, bringing the bustling wind in behind him. I admired him from afar as he struggled with his scarf as it was blew right across his face and his golden locks tickled his eyes. Even though he was in a pickle, my heart still beat double time for him.
He caught my eyes and headed in my direction, he reached his arm out and rubbed my shoulder comfortingly with a 'hello' as he sat opposite me. I must've forgotten how to respond or even talk to him as he shock his head and raised his eyebrows, as if to say 'aren't you happy I'm back?'
"sorry hi,' I breathed and he chuckled at my delayed response. He took off his coat and unwrapped his scarf from around his neck, revealing a mark on his neck which he seemed to wear like a medal. I furrowed my eyebrows at it, my heartbeats picking up, and not for the right reasons.
'Reece what the fuck?' I questioned, keeping my voice hushed so it wouldn't fill this empty cafe.
'nice to see you to Shy,' he spoke sarcastically, raising his eyebrows yet again. I actually couldn't quite believe it. Call Reece and I whatever you wanted, but he didn't seem like to type to lead someone on, or at least I thought. It's not like he could even use the excuse that it was a burn mark for his hair straighteners or curling tongs, so I'd love to see what one he'd pluck out. "what's up with you?" he spoke and I felt like I'd been slapped across the face with a comment like that, maybe it would knock some sense into me and I'd be able to work out what on earth was going on with Reece.
"the mark on your neck Reece, that's what's up with me," with my response I turned my head away from him, I didn't want to stare at him anymore and that mark which was blaring like sirens at me.
"you must've given it to me," he lightly said, attempting to reach his hands over the table and clutch ahold of mine, except I dropped mine under the table, stopping him from doing so.
"I haven't seen you in five days, that's also not something I'd do" I said, briefly looking over and how scarlett his cheeks had turned. "actually, save your excuses," I began collecting my belongings from the cider coloured leather seat.
"Shiloh," Reece called out pathetically, his face ached but he would have to try harder than that to make me listen "if it wasn't you then it's got to be a rash" he tried as I rose up and stood next to him, shoving my arms into my aviator jacket.
"if it's a rash then why is is still there, clear as day" I turned on my heel out of the cafe and into the rain outside, my eyes pricked with tears, but it's okay, no one can tell you're crying in the rain. At least I cared and was loyal, something I also thought Reece was.
My phone chirped in my pocket and I saw Reece's name pop up on the screen, I placed it back in my pocket and began the treacherous walk back home.
Sadly I spent the whole walk back thinking of excuses that Reece could've used that I'd fall for, his dog nipped his neck, his grandparents smothered him in kisses, a razor burn, eczema, but the truth was blaring and obvious, I just wish he was honest with me from the beginning and didn't lie when he told me the songs he'd written were inspired by me, that he came to the beach just me see me, how his band mates loved me, how I was the only one he could see himself with.
I arrived home and stood soaking wet in the hallway, not know what to do with myself other than cry and think some more about the obnoxious things Reece could've got up to whilst he was away. I wiped my phone on my Levi jeans and saw I missed 24 missed calls from Reece and a few messages where he had just typed my name and that's all. I just wanted to collapse in a heap and pull my hurting heart out of my chest and perhaps just give it to someone else who would love and nurture it more than I.
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beach//reece bibby
Romance"You're like a daisy; you've been trod on and become so closed up with every gloomy day that passes, you need to focus on the brighter ones so you can bloom," he spoke as he twiddled a daisy between his fingers. "A daisy?" I questioned, my voice hoa...
