Dear Austin ~Cashby~

Chapter 6

Time, we all think we have all the time in the world. We all think that, no matter what, there will always be more time. More time to spend with someone, more time to say hello, goodbye, I love you, thank you, I'm sorry, everything we need to say to those we love and care for. We always think there will always be more time for everything. But the reality was, time flies like a bullet from a gun, flying too fast to be avaided and all too quickly, when it reaches it target, it stops. You can never be sure exactly when it will stop, or how long it will take to reach it's target, but in the end, that high speed bullet does stop, just like time.

Ten days, that's all me and Austin had left of our summer, before he had to return to base, and I had to return to college. The past five weeks have just...trickled away, like they where nothing, like no time at all had passed at all. It's only in times like this you actually realise, as much as you may think you have all the time in the world, the reality is, it's just a ticking time bomb and before you know it, the timer reaches zero and it's all over. Even for someone like me, who know's time is precious, who know's that there never is enough time in the world, who likes to stop and appriciate the small things, I find myself, sitting in an old run down hut I built when I was six, wondering where the summer had gone.

The hut certainly seen better days, the roof had little holes, the wood from the walls where slowly rotting away, the paint was crumbling away from the inside and outside. But regardless, I loved this little hut. My mom had brought this small piece of land along the beach for Christmas the year I turned six, and me, my brother and father spent the following sping brake building the hut, so it was a special place for us, for me. Though, it could certainly do with some renovations, maybe I'll do it to keep me busy when Austin's gone.

I was sat on an old cushion, back against the wall, quitely strumming sweet, simple notes on my guitar, reliving the best moments of the past five weeks. Like, the first time I laid my eyes on Austin, how, for a moment, my breathing hitched a little and he literally took my breath away. The first time I saw his bright smile that could've of lit up the darkest of days. The first time he held my hand and how the fit so perfectly together and how...happy and content the small action made me feel. The way butterflies beat their wings when our lips first touched. Our first date, in that small, romantic Italian resturant I'd dreamed of going to for years. The times we just sat on the beach, watching the sun set, or building sandcastles in the sand just because, or wrestling in the water and coming home soaking wet. Going to the bonfires, just sat there cuddled up listening to our friends talk and laugh, and the way he put his own words and a melody when me and Aaron played at the end. Aaron and Austin worked very well together vocally, they're voices where different, they contrasted each other. Aaron's was more...soft, sweet and a higher pitch, with lighter tones, where as Austin's was deeper, a bit more rough around the edges and darker tones, but they blended together so well. Then there was the stolls together, going anywhere and everywhere after grabbing an ice cream from the small diner just off the beach. Even the chilled out film nights watching our favorite films together, eating our body weight in popcorn and chocolate.

"So, this is where you've been hiding." A soft voice spoke, causing me to jump.

"A-Austin? H-How did you find me here?"

"Well, I stopped by your apartment looking for you, Aaron said you left looking a bit...down so figured you'd be here. Then I heard your guitar so yeah, I figured it was you." He chuckled softly as he came and sat down next to me. "Everything okay? Got kind of worried when Aaron said you looked a bit down."