I look up at the night sky closing my eyes hoping for a sweet breeze to take away my headache maybe lift me from the moving sweaty crowd and put me somewhere nice where I can close my eyes for a bit. Rest.
Someone bumps into me from behind and in a minute I am thrown back into the crowded street it was one of these nights when my small town would get on the roads and basically party there would be circles of people dancing, and the sweet smell of food being sold to hungry kids who were allowed to stay until late playing around, there was even fast music playing from the only radio in town.
Normally I would be charmed by the scenario but tonight I have a raging headache and from my perspective, everything is too loud the lights are too dim and the smell of the food is too strong.
I ignore my pounding head and storm into the crowd pushing past people.
Despite the loud chatter and music, I could hear the sound of the waves crushing there was a beach nearby after all.
I follow the sound past the streets slowly getting away from the noise I can still see some people on the way some are smoking I can also see a couple making out as well.
I keep walking down the street the lights are getting dim, and I can see the dark beach ahead of me I smile to myself. I love the beach.
There are no people around which makes sense considering everyone in town but honestly, even daily people don't tend to come here.
The waves are always rocky and honestly, there is always an eerie feeling to the place it is located near high cliffs where some of the towns are located and there had been stories about this beach. Stories that would be told to every kid and town and send a shiver down their spines I have taken off my shoes and hurried to the sand and looked around nearly not seeing anything I am reminded of the horror stories and rumours that I heard about this area that I still fear from even though I'm not a kid and already am 17 I look around again shivering not from the cold I mean it's not cold at all-.
Suddenly I feel someone's hands around me i jerk and instinctively try to push away but stop when I catch the scent of whoever is holding me i recognise him and jump into his arms i can hear his laugh and his warm hand sneaking into my shirt resting on my lower back.
I recognize him as the boy who had introduced me to all of the horror stories that had made me horrified just now but it doesn't matter anymore he's here. My Antonio was here and I am so incredibly happy. And pissed off.
"Antonio! u scared me!
I say moving slightly away from him and trying to catch a look at his face.
"I apologize Evaita I couldn't help myself" he says closing the slight distance and kissing my neck.
Even though it is dark I can hear him smiling i hate it when people use my full name but when he does that it's ok especially when he kisses me.
"Antonio" I murmur tangling my hands in his hair and smelling the sharp scent of cigarettes, dirt and sweat even though it's too dark to look at him I can imagine what he looks like he is wearing the same dirty white shirt he always wears and probably rough working pants and boots his callused hands are probably dirty as he usually fix machinery and build a building for work and his perfect face is decorated with black circles around his eyes.
"Antonio," I say again when doesn't answer.
"yes Evaita?" he says rough hand touching my lip.
I can see the outline of his nose in the dark and I trace my finger on it seems like he closed his eyes.
"I don't like how hard you work," I say softly.
Antonio sighs his eyes fluttering open "I don't like it when you worry for me"
"I can't help it"
I can hear him chuckle but he can tell that I'm serious.
"stop worrying Evita soon it will all be worth it when we get out of this place"
He says backing away in the slightest the growing winds had pushed the clouds and with the gray shine of the moon I can finally absorb Antonio's face his dark brown eyes and full lips he seems to be doing just that moving my hair from my face his eyes focused.
"I can't wait," I say smiling.
He smiles in return pulling me into a rough kiss my eyes flatter to a slit which I can only see the moon from.
I can't wait to run away from god awful place.
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Just Me And You
RomantizmThe story starts in mid-1920 in a small remote town in Spain where two troubled lovers fall in love at first sight and find comfort in each other. Eventually, they decide to run away from the town in pursuit of the big city but get tragically separa...