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→ THE NEXT MORNING

It felt strange waking up with Jake beside me.

Not in a bad way or anything, it's just unusual to me.

I gave a light sigh, facing him as he slept peacefully. I couldn't help but have this dreadful feeling of hopelessness deep inside.

He suddenly opened one eye, looking at me thinking hard, and then he opened both, staring at me again. A gentle smile formed across his face.

"Thinking so hard in the morning, huh?" Jake gave a small chuckle as I just pressed my lips together, giving him an uneasy smile.

"I don't really want to leave." I honestly enjoyed the tranquility of this place, it was very unlike what I was used to.

That, and also the fact that Jake and I could actually be together without someone commanding that I can't be with him twenty-four-seven.

He was tired, you could tell it on his face, though, despite his visible fatigue, he still looked honestly, too good to be true.

The sun shined gingerly onto his cheekbone, and slight wisps of golden light shone upon his caramel eyes. I seemed to find myself lost in them all the time.

"I know, but we have to head back. You can't just stay here for the rest of your life." Jake gave a chuckle, sitting up and running his fingers through his hair.

"I personally could." I scoffed, standing up and heading over to the desk to grab my skincare bag.

"Yeah yeah, and what, you'll produce music from where?" Jake had this rather cocky tone to his voice.

I shot my head to look at him, giving a glare.

"Mind your business." I flipped my hair over my shoulder, "By the way, we're going to use this whole day to the fullest."

Jake just stared at me, a smile on his face as I spoke, simply. I honestly didn't even know if he was listening to me or what, he was seriously just lost in a trance.

"Whatever you say." He continued his staring, I just rolled my eyes out of fluster and quickly ushered my way to the bathroom.

-

One of the first things we started on, was just a casual walk on the beach. It's nothing so exciting to any normal person - most lovers would spend their day doing something they will reminisce over, or something so memorable.

But we started off with the simplest yet prettiest of things. Nature, of course.

It was a slightly windy day, a minute chill intertwined with the air, however, walking beside Jake, the breeze didn't seem to affect me as much as it usually would - without him.

I walked forth, somewhat being guided by the iridescent blue of the sky. Clouds were protruding from this flat, never-ending canvas, beams of light peering through behind them.

But as I continued walking silently to myself, just listening into the mild waves crash into the shallow shore, I felt as if that comforting presence was no longer behind me.

So, with a little confusion residing in my heart, I spun around, only to see Jake a little few centimetres away from me, crouched down and seeming to pile clumps of sand together.

How old is this guy again? I failed to remind myself, but nonetheless with his childish antics, I approached him, crouched down and observed as he pat three solid yet lopsided 'squares' - if you could even call them that - of sand beside one another.

We didn't say anything, I just observed, and he just built. But despite our solemn silence, I could feel the warmth and bliss surround the two of us, it didn't take words, at all. Just being next to each other really spoke volumes for itself.

 Jake suddenly gazed up at me, the kind of longing look that you give to that one person, for the last time, in possibly a long time. He was happy, yes, you could see it through the gleam in his eyes, yet at the same time, hopeless and saddened.

It was equally as hard for me to look at him, completely satisfied and full of life, when I knew that once the day closes, we will be nothing but mere passersby that I possibly might bump into occasionally and have to give that awkward chuckle to, before walking away.

"Look, us as shells." Jake pointed over to his little castle, a scraped out shallow moat around the castle. But on top, he placed two shells, one slightly smaller than the other, but nevertheless, the two shells were beside each other, upright in the centre of the middle building.

I gave a smile, my heart did feel warm, matter of fact, more than warm. It was like I dug my own heart out and threw it into a fireplace, but it was for a spontaneous second. 

After all, he isn't really supposed to be here.

Before either of us could say anything, Jake's phone rang in his jacket pocket, and he stood up with a sigh, brushing his hands together to get rid of the sand.

I looked up at him, curious as to who it could possibly be.

He picked up his phone and began to walk slowly forth, the wind blowing his hair back.

And here that vibe was again, that melancholic, unsettling vibe that nobody ever liked, yet it somewhat always lurked behind your shoulder when life was just starting to become enjoyable.