We leave for the beach today.
Tim is putting the things in the car, we're taking two weeks off to spend the most time possible there. And as it's summer but not exactly summer holidays yet the beach won't be to busy, not too many tourists. Any ways seeing his parents house is in a little town, there aren't to many people and it probably isn't very known.
I wonder if he grew up there, maybe, I don't know much about his childhood or about him in total, he's so discreet.
What do I know about him? Here are some things:
-He's a hard worker and when he starts something he likes to do it till the end.
-He loves music and knows a lot about the 60-70's bands. I bet he even knows all the Beatles lyrics by heart.
-He has a good heart, a kind one.
-He has suffered but tries to hide it. Sometimes his eyes zoom out of reality as if he was whisked away into a dream he just couldn't seem to get out of. Something sad, horrible he couldn't get ride of.
-He doesn't sleep much, he says it's because he's not much of a sleeper but I don't believe him. He's too tired in the morning for that. I think it's because he fears sleeping, "Why" was the question. One night I passed in front of his room on my way to the kitchen for a midnight snack. The door was open and he was sleeping, but not the peaceful sleep most of us have, no, a hard and anxious sleep, the kind where you twist and turn, sweat, where nightmares take you places you'd rather avoid. I think that's why he doesn't sleep much, because of them, not that he'd ever assume having any but Why?What does he dream about? The only times I've seen him sleeping peacefully is on the couch.
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He has a scar on his left arm, I don't know how he got it and I doubt he'll ever tell me. I don't think he keeps all these secrets because he doesn't trust me, I think it's because he doesn't feel ready to tell me so I'll wait.
-He doesn't have much friends here other then me and Nora, and maybe some colleges at work so he definitely didn't grow up here.
-He loves the sea, sand and sailing.
I can't wait to get there. I just feel like I'll learn that much more about him.
They're waiting for me in the car,
bye
-Jane
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Short StoryIt was saturday, again, and I was still waiting. Very old story, wrote this back in high-school, it's probably very cringy.