We got on the train. I took a seat near the window, meanwhile Tyler sat next to me.
The skies were gloomy and I wondered if it was a good day to be going to the beach. Tyler took my hand.
"It'll be okay, trust me."
I nodded. Staring out of the window I was startled out of my thoughts as the train started.
It took around 3 hours to get to the beach. Tyler fell asleep half way through, obviously. But I couldn't sleep. I stared out of the window in misery throughout the whole trip. I felt guilty.
"Tyler wake up! It's our stop." I said urgently, shaking him awake. He yawned and looked around him.
"Shit. C'mon let's go." He said, grabbing our bags and my hand.
The sea breeze was cold, but the sun shone.
"Ugh, let's find some shade." Tyler said. I rolled my eyes.
"We came to the beach for the sun and now you want to find shade?!"
"Well unless you want to become a Tyler and Robby fried chicken mush then sure lets stay here and burn alive."
I gave him a death glare, however we did go to a place that wasn't entirely so sunny.
I will admit it. It was fun to play in the sand like a little kid again. I splashed Tyler with water so much that by the end of it he was drenched.
"Robby. I need to tell you something." He said, turning serious all of a sudden. He sat down on the golden sand below us and beckoned for me to follow.
"Sure."
He looked at the sea in front us, the sun was already setting; painting the skies a beautiful shade of coral.
His warm brown eyes had a wistful look in them. A foreign feeling was etched across his face.
"I'm leaving." He whispered.
"What?"
"I'm leaving the country."
I was silent. I've never really had much to say to anything, but at that moment it was as though my heart stopped beating.
"A-and you're...never coming back?"
"I'm never coming back." He echoed.
I stared at him. Suddenly, I recognized the foreign feeling. Pain.
"I- I didn't want to tell you. Because- of everything that had happened and Caroline...I didn't- I doing want to- I couldn't bring myself to- to do that to you." He said, he seemed to struggling to form a sentence.
"When are you leaving?" I asked. He looked at me. His eyes watered but he blinked them away.
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO." I whispered, my voice shaking, "Don't tell me you're leaving tomorrow."
"I'm sorry."
"AND YOU WAITED THIS LONG TO TELL ME?" I yelled. He buried his head in his hands.
"I- WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU TYLER? HOW-how could you do you his to me?!"
I sobbed.
"I'm sorry, Robs, I really am. I asked my parents- I begged them. They wouldn't change their minds. The decision was made."
"I hate you." I whispered.
"I know."
"I HATE YOU!" I yelled. My voice echoed across the beach. The waves seemed to sense my distress and crashed louder together.
"I hate myself too." Tyler whispered.
