Spirit Of The End

The sun #2

::In the mind of the girl with beautiful eye's:: : :

I'm at Marie's pool. We're both on floats. It's been pretty quiet today since she had a fight with her dad. I close my eyes but am quickly pulled back by the ringing of my phone. I hope it's not work; I've been bending over backwards as an intern. I wipe my hand on my hair.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Mac's Repair. I'm calling about the Pink SD card. Am I talking to the right person?" It was the man I've been trying to see ever since. It made the plunge into the water to get here worth it.

"Yes, this is Rachel."

"I'm sorry to say the SD card was stolen. We don't really have a lead at the moment, but we'd still like to offer compensation. A new SD card plus the value of the one that was stolen."

I felt a pang in my heart. This wouldn't have happened if she didn't put the file the game wanted on it in the first place. I hope I don't get into trouble for losing it.

"Rachel, are you still on the line?"

"Yes, I am." I feel a bit embarrassed.

"When do you want to pick up the compensation?"

"I'll be there in about forty minutes." I say.

"Alright, goodbye, see you then." I felt my cheeks warm up.

"Goodbye." After those last words, I dropped my head on the water in defeat.

I felt Marie's hand on my back. Finally raising my head, I was met with Marie's puzzled expression. She wore thick black sunglasses, but I could still tell.

"What now?" She asks while wrapping herself in a towel.

"They lost the SD card."

"They did, huh... How unfortunate." Marie now sat at the pool's edge. I decided I would do the same. I smelled like salt.

"Although, he's waiting for me. There's that, right?" I forced myself to smile. I learned a long time ago that fake smiles are indiscernible from real ones to your brain.

"I'll get the car keys." Her expression, I couldn't discern at the moment. She seemed to be in a hurry as she walked away at a very fast stride.

It was her car, but I got used to driving when it was both of us. "So what exactly happened with your dad?" She lowered the car stereo's volume.

"I found another of those albums  on his computer," Only her mouth moves. She holds an expression I cannot decipher, she stands like a doll.

My dear Maria...