Until We Meet Again

He Knew All Along

Sky's POV

"Instead, tell the sunset about us," he said looking straight into my eyes. It didn't sound like a ridicule to him because all of his facial muscles were stern. Dew was serious.

He knew. Was I being too obvious?

"I don't have time for jokes, Dew. I have to finish this outline by today," I said ignoring his words, shrugging. That's what seemed the best to me.

"You know I am not joking right now," he said,

So, what am I supposed to do? Just embarrass me in front of you? Then what? I don't have the heart to do this, to lose the least that we have.

He sighed, "Okay, let's talk again when you're ready," he paused,

"But, just know one thing, Sky. If something is burdening you, I am willing to listen. If you want to tell me something, I am not going to act like a child and embarrass you. So, just do what your heart tells you to do, starting with trusting me," he completed.

Turning around, he started walking along the lines where the sand and the water met. The water formed foam when it crashed on the shore that hit his legs, the wind made his hair dance and he had shoved his hands in his pockets.

His words, unknowingly, meant so much to me. Maybe I should just tell him and take the risk. He is the only thing I can lose, and I've lived seven years without him, it can't be that difficult.

Whom was I fooling? It would be more than difficult.

I looked down at my sketch; something seemed missing. I had drawn the setting sun, the water, and the beach. Then I realized what was to be added. I took out my other pencil which I use to shade and started sketching a human figure walking along the shore with his hands in his pockets and hair dancing with the breeze with water crashing at his quarterly submerged feet.

I lifted my head to see him, he was looking down at the water foaming up on his ankles. At that moment, I knew how much I trusted him. I would not have shown up here with anyone now if I had a choice, except him. He looked like an artwork as the sun kept getting into dark golden that hit the side of his torso. He illuminated.

And that is what I drew. Soon, I finished my first sketch. I wrapped up all my pencils and other things, then I looked up at him. He turned around and smiled as he walked back to me,

"Are you done?" he asked rubbing the sand stuck on his legs. I nodded. "Can I ask you something?" I asked,

"Of course,"

"Why did you agree to come here with me?"

"Didn't you need assistance or something?"

"You know I could've managed myself,?"

He narrowed his eyes, "Honestly, I don't know. I just wanted to come along, saying no felt wrong somewhere,"

"What do you think we would have been if not enemies?" I asked after pausing for a minute or two.

"Definitely not friends," he said with a smile,

"Then?" if not friends, maybe something more?

He just looked at me, winked, and started walking ahead. "Come on, let's go back to our lodge," he said. I smiled and ran a little to catch up to him. He put his arm around my shoulder.

I stopped walking, "What?" he asked as I pushed his arm off,

"Are you going to tell me shit like not being too comfortable with you again? If so, you better stay six feet away from me," I warned,