Nolivia

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Dear Olivia,

I am so sorry for how things ended between you and I. I was stupid and careless, and the truth is I do care, about you. I may not know how to say the right words, but I can write them. A song for you is written below and if you can forgive me, then meet at the beach where we had our first kiss. I'll be there everyday for four days at 6 PM. If you don't show, then I'll take it as you don't want to try and make this work. I hope you can forgive the man who once stole your heart.
Love Nick

Now honestly I have been begging for answers
That you and only you can give to me
A voice crying out
I've been crying for days now
And as I start to run, I stop to breathe

I had to stop reading to let my thoughts clear out. I didn't want any distractions prier to the letter, and I didn't want to think about the past, but frankly I don't seem to have a choice.

I grabbed a glass of water and made my way to the living room. I took a seat in the light blue single chaired couch, next to the bookshelf.

I was nearly scared to death
(And I was nearly scared to death)
On why you left in paragraphs
(Why you left in paragraphs)
The words were nearly over us
(The words were nearly over us)
You stopped and turned to grab your bags

His words were true, I did leave in paragraphs. He hurt me so badly that I couldn't find the strength in me to say it to his face.

So I'll be here by the ocean,
Just waiting for proof
That there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
As my sand castle falls like the ashes of cigarettes
And every wave drags me to sea
I can stand here for hours,
Just to ask God the question,
"Is everyone here make believe?"
With a tear in his voice he says,
"Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence,
Mean nothing to no one but me?

The ocean, the place we'd always meet, now seems like nothing, but the place that's filled with memories. Amazing memories to say the least, ones that I will never forget, but right now that's all I want, is to forget. I looked to my right and saw the book I've been reading, "Romo and Juliet." Towards the end, I stopped reading because I know that Romo must die before the ending, with his final poisoned kiss delivered gently. My words hurt Nick, like the same way he hurt me from his silence. They were both uncalled for, but I needed some release. He loved me more than anyone ever could, but something felt missing, so I left to figure out what.

As hours moved to minutes
And minutes take harder to break
I will be desperately awaiting,
When my tongue won't fall apart
And we've been sitting here hours,
All alone and in the dark
So let me think of how to word it
Is it too soon to say perfect?
If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere
And I'm sure everything will find me
All that's left is just to sing

It's about 4 PM, so I had time to visit the beach before he showed. I'm not ready to see him yet, even if I wanted to. I believe that if I spend time there alone, I can think of what my decision could be. It'll be rather I go back to Nick, or spend my life without him.

Memories hit me like a brick once I stepped foot onto the skin tone sand. It was almost overwhelming, the amount of feelings it brought back, it actually hurt. As I took a seat in the sand, I pulled out his letter and continued to read.

As this current moves slow for me
This much you should that we'll meet again
And as you know I'm scared to death
So tell me once again,
That you'll love me till my death
And if I should die then you swear that you'll come for me
As I fade away,
As we reached a new road

So please don't let me go
(Please don't let me go)
Please don't let me go
(And please don't let me go)

So I'll be here by the ocean,
Just waiting for proof
That there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
As my sand castle falls like the ashes of cigarettes
And every wave drags me to sea
I can stand here for hours,
Just to ask God the question,
"Is everyone here make believe?"
With a tear in his voice he says,
"Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence,
Mean nothing to no one but me?

I closed my eyes as tears began to form. At this moment I honestly don't know what to do. As much as I want to be his again, I don't know if that's the best decision for me. I definitely need some time to think about it.

Nick's POV

I arrived at the beach at the exact time I said I will be. With my guitar on my lap and a box crate beneath me, I waited. I want her to show up so badly, that my heart ached. I understood if she didn't, it's a lot to take in. I'm still going to pray that she will, because it's all I want right now. When that fourth day comes and she doesn't show, I'll be so heartbroken.

This is it, this is the day that'll reveal the truth. One of two things will happen, I'll leave with a broken heart, or I'll leave with a beating one. I stared down at my watch, as I watched it move onto that truth revealing 6 PM. I took a deep breath and patiently waited for my angel to come.

A hour and a half has passed and I feel devastated. I stood up from the crate and began to walk away with my guitar.

"Nick?" I never thought I would hear that voice again. I turned around and there she was in a breathtaking white silk dress, just like an angel.

"Olivia, you came!" I rushed to wrap my arms around her, but she took a step back.

"Nick..I'm sorry I showed up so late."

"At least you showed up, I thought you weren't going to."

"After giving it much thought, I figured out what I wanted and I want you. I want to be in your arms again, and I want to feel your soft lips. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I was wrong to leave-" I stopped her mid sentence and pulled her face to mine. Once I felt those lips, I knew everything will fall into place.

Song:
You Be The Anchor That Keeps My feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keeps Your Heart In The Clouds By, Mayday Parade

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⏰ Last updated: May 20, 2015 ⏰

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