Summer
War POV:
The waves met the shore and left their places to the sand as soon as they did. They were wild today for some reason.
My skin is burning under the bright sun. It is one of those moments that is so beautiful that it is almost sad. It is so perfect of a day.
Nothing could be better than this.
My book is a little bit upset with me as it is melting under the sun. Of course, I am not going to read it. Why did I murder it by bringing it to a place that is filled with water, sand and wind?
Don't think of me as a pure creature just because I like the sound of the waves and the warming sunlight.
It is an Agatha Christie novel.
She and I murdered lots of people and buried a lot of bodies in the summers of my life.
Out of all of those summers... this is my favorite.
This is the first time I am on a vacation by myself.
No family drama. No fights. No lies. Nothing.
Just me... and the sea.
At the age of twenty.
The beginning of life for the lucky ones.
Too late to start over for plenty.
Huh. That rhymed. You were wrong Mr.
Wilson. I can write a poem!
If only I can remember it after five minutes...
My back is burning at the grills of the swing at the beach. My right hand is playing with the sand while my right leg is swinging me slowly from left to right.
I closed my eyes.
As usual, I am thinking about death. It's not a bad kind this time.
This time, I almost want it to find me. I'd be holding it's cold hands and walking away happily.
Nothing can be perfect, after this.
...
Wait a minute. I lost my sun.
I opened my eyes in an instant. Who dared to cover that beautiful light? It turned out, somebody put a hat on my face. I removed it.
All I can see is a silhouette as my eyes are rejecting to adjust to their new vision.
"Hi"
"Hello"
"You really shouldn't stay under the sun for too long."
"I don't."
"It's been half an hour."
"Excuse me? Who are you?"
"Oh. My friends and I are looking for one more person to play beach volleyball."
"Right now?"
"Yeah. It's not like you have a major thing going on."
I pointed to myself "this major thing wants to continue his sunbathing. Go away."
He sighed. Just as he was going to walk away, another person came close to us.
"What's the hold up?"
Oh my. He is just my type.
He had this muscular body. Tanned skin. Serious expression on his face.
"Nothing. He doesn't want to play. Let's ask somebody else."
My Romeo turned his face to me. "Now, that's a shame. He looks like he could play well."
