𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑺

15

..."To live is to suffer,to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering"-Friedrich Nietzsche

Iretiola's POV

Still at the beach...

"What's your favorite type of jewelry?" I ask Xanny as we sit staring in each other's eyes basking in the beauty of the sunset.

"I like necklaces and bracelets,you??"
"I love rings and I guess I like necklaces but I'm not a fan of bracelets"

"You're joking " he muses

"I'm serious,have you ever seen me wear one?"

"No but....I haven't seen you wear a ring either"

"Have you been watching me?" I joke with a wide grin on my face

"Yes, I notice every single thing about you because I'm always focused on you"

"Stop" I mumble trying to reduce the smile on my face. "I stopped wearing rings because they had too many bad memories attached. I mean the ones I had before. I just haven't remembered to replace them" I add with a nervous chuckle.

"Okay, what's your favorite colour?" He asks as I slowly sip my pineapple drink.

"Uhh....Black"

"So you don't have a favorite color......." He drawls out as if expecting me to agree.

"What do you mean?" I ask because I am genuinely confused.

"I just don't classify black as a colour y'know? It's just always been here. It's the same as darkness and nothingness so, it's nothing. Do you get?"

What he just said makes absolutely no sense to me but..."uh,yeah okay, what's your favorite colour?"

"Brown" he confidently states like that's better. "Brown?" I ask as I scrunch my nose up in disgust.

"Yes,it's a very beautiful colour and I'll be sure to make you love it"

"We'll see" I smile

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The outing ends on a good note but we spend more time there because we so happened to want to take pictures on horses and play tag with the water.

Tag with the water may sound silly but how can a person not love slapping the water and running away from it? Okay I'm cuckoo, I get it but so is Xanny cause he also participated not minding how stupid he would look for me. Just For ME!

We drop off at the estate gate and as we make our way to our block, I see Mummy's car.

Damn it! She wasn't supposed to be back so early. They're usually back only at nighttime.

She'll definitely be pissed because she wasn't informed about our outing and to top it off we're home late.

This is seven, twenty-nine(19:29) pm.

'You're a fool' the voice in my head tells me and this time she's right.

As soon as I open the door, I'm met with my mum and the Angry-calm expression on her face.