By HeavenlyEkaterina
Student from 11 HUMSS
As I wake up, the sun gently greets me with a good morning as it warmly beats on my skin. I can also hear the shore's calm waves crashing, which for me sounds like a serenade and makes me want to jump out of bed and go swim. I see the white sands from afar, looking like a piece of art, as soon as I open my eyes. It appears to be an infinite expanse of flashing white sand that reaches all the way to the horizon. The sea's almost-clear blue water matches vividly with the white beaches.
I immediately headed to the kitchen of our rest house after leaving my bedroom. And as I walk into the kitchen, I notice a man standing in front of the stove wearing an apron, seriously flipping a pancake onto a plate. This sight makes my heart beat more rapidly than it should. Our kitchen is filled with a mouthwatering aroma from freshly made pancakes that is impossible to resist. Warm, buttery goodness with a touch of sweetness makes up this blend.
I felt the love, gentleness, and softness in my beloved man's gaze as he raised his head and his lovely gray eyes met mine; as I stared into them, my legs turned to jelly. I held my breath as the attractive guy slowly moved closer to us, staring at me as if I were the most gorgeous girl in the entire world. He embraces me after pulling me by the waist.
"Good morning, my love!" He whispered against my ears, making me feel like I'm floating because of the gentleness of his voice.
"Good morning, Ash!" I whispered back, while feeling the softness of his lips against my ears.
"Let's eat, shall we?" He stands up straight but still hugging me like he doesn't want to let go.
I smile at him, and nod. "Let's eat,"
He led me across the table, he even pulled out my chair and made sure I was comfortable in my seat before he sat down in front of me. We ate the pancakes he made and drank the coffee he made for us while discussing our plans for the day.
The pancake itself is soft and fluffy, with a light, airy texture that almost melts in my mouth, with a hint of cinnamon. The pancakes are served with syrup, which adds a rich sweet flavor that perfectly complements the pancake's mild flavor. The taste of the pancake was pleasant, especially since it was cooked by the man I love the most.
And after we finish eating, we begin what we plan to do that day. We do the housework, and then Ash starts working on his laptop while I read the book I bought before leaving here for a short vacation. Well, Ash is still doing some work because we don't really have anything to do this morning because we have more plans for the afternoon and evening.
And finally, it's the afternoon! We prepare the blanket on the white sand, near the coast, where the clear sea water will not reach the blanket. Ash and I sat by the blanket waiting for the sun to set. Meanwhile, we sang and watched our children. Our dogs play and swim in the sea.
As the sun slowly sank towards the horizon, dyeing the sky red and orange, I turned to look into my lover's eyes. His eyes were filled with wonder and amazement as he looked at the majestic scenery before us. The way the sunlight illuminated his face, making his golden hair shine like a halo, overwhelmed me.
"It's my perfect place. Being with you is like being in a story that doesn't exist yet. It's like we're in a world where we're the creators," he says, looking at me.
My heart is filled with love and emotion as I look into his eyes, see the reflection of the setting sun and listen to what he is saying. Then, nothing else matters, just the two of us and the beauties around.
It was a magical place for me. Where we can freely express our feelings, our love for each other. The place exists only for us and is hidden from everyone. It is a place to witness every magical moment we share. But why is this the place where I cried when I remembered the memories we had here.
"Why Ash? Why? You said we'll only make good and happy memories here! How can we do this now if you've left me alone? How can we create many magical memories in this magical place if you were not breathing?" I shouted
I no longer feel myself. I don't know how to live without Ash. A heavy wave of grief washed over me, my cries echoing from the shore. I fell to my knees, my body shattered with grief. As the tears continued to fall, I held on to the memories, finding solace in our love. The area remained silent, letting my pain engulf me in this space of bittersweet memory.
"I'm here, in the place we love. We made many memories of our love here. Our perfect place isn't perfect anymore because you're not here with me." I whispered.
Tears streamed down my face, I felt the salty taste on my lips and tongue. My throat constricted, making it hard for me to breathe. Sobs tore through my body, sending me shivering with each passing second. Every sip of the air I take in is filled with the bitter taste of my own tears, endlessly reminiscent of the sadness and pain running through my body.
And I questioned myself: Is there really a perfect place for each of us? Maybe yes, in our imagination. Our imagination is the perfect place because there we are free. We don't have limitations; we can be who we are and do what we want to do. Does a perfect place really exist? For me, it does exist, and my perfect place is Miyazaki Beach. Miyazaki Beach is the place where I create my memories with the person who loves me very much. The place that made me realize that we can have the perfect place we want if only we believe in love Because love is something that can create things that we thought didn't exist but actually do.
