☾Angel☽ Hemmings A.U.

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I began to pedal down the road that led to my house. It was a struggle at first because my bike was in a higher gear than I thought it was. I started to pick up my pace, there was very little traffic. Almost everyone at this time was at the beach. The wind ruffled my hair, and caused my muscle tee to expand with the air flowing into it.
All of a sudden I slammed on the breaks. My tires screeched along, the bike wobbled before it came to a complete stop. Leaving a few definite skip marks on the asphalt. I took a deep breath before slowly turning my bike around.
I cycled back to the place where me and Calum went separate ways. Instead of going in the direction Calum went I turned left. If I wanted to follow Calum I would have went straight. I peddled for a good half hour before the road changed from the level pavement to an uneven, bumpy road. The gravel flew up behind me hitting a few trees that were scattered on the edges of the road, if you could even call it a road. I tried to avoid the many potholes that were scattered everywhere, but I bumped into a few, almost causing me to go flying over the handle bars of my bike. I attempted to follow the worn in path that I have made by going over it numerous times.
After fifteen minutes of constant jarring and jolting I slowly stopped at the edge of a field. This time I eased to a stop careful not the ruin the tall grass and weeds. I gently laid my bike down in the soft, dry grass. As I carefully started wadding through the waist high grass various insects flew up, I used my hands to swat most of the away. I wasn't exactly a big fan of bugs.
As I got closer and closer to the cliff edge, the roar of the waves became louder and louder. Near the edge them grass drastically became shorter. I carefully sat down in the greenest patch of grass I could find, but even it was still a light shade of brown. Of course in the city there was plenty of green grass, where there was actually irrigation. But out here there was none of that. In fact I think I am the only person who's been out here in months.
Most people come to this spot on accident, I mean if they even come at all. Right before the gravel takes over the flat road there are five signs that say "turn back no real road." But still a few people still come, once they see the cliff though the head back, not impressed.
Although I find this place beautiful, most people don't see the beauty in it. I find it beautiful because it has been untouched by society. No one has come and ruined it yet. It is a great change from, grey roads, and houses. I guess that is why I don't want to show it to anyone, I didn't want someone to develop it. Maybe it's me just being selfish but I really couldn't care.
This would be a perfect spot for me and my angel. We could just sit here and escape society. She could read, and I could listen. Whenever one of has a problem we could text each other and meet here. I don't know what it is about this place but it just calms you. I always feel a calming sensation wash over me as soon and my feet touch the grass.
We could stare at the stars out here, where there are no city lights. We could get so disconnected. Nobody could bother us. We could escape all our issues, even if it was only for a few hours. I can just imagining us sitting here cuddled together, and talking about whatever is on our minds. Just thinking about it filled me with a warm, fuzzy feeling.
As I laid back allowing my head to rest on the grass, which was surprisingly soft, a sigh escaped my lips. I closed my eyes, and just let myself completely relax. I plucked a piece of longer piece of grass and fiddled with it. I pretended that it was Aspen's hair. Correction I wished it was Aspen's hair.
My mind wandered in a million directions, none of the directions had purpose or were significant in anyway. It should have felt like my brain was over working, or over thinking itself, but it wasn't. It almost felt like I was dreaming, but not quite.
I knew I should phone Calum but I couldn't bring myself to ruin the silence just yet. I would call him when I was home. Laying in my bed, surrounded by various posters of artists that I adored. It would be a comfortable environment, it would feel safe. Not that this place didn't feel safe. It's just that I feel like even talking to someone in this place would just ruin the feel of it being special to me. I mean even though Calum wouldn't see this place, heck he wouldn't even know that I wasn't in my room.
I can't describe the way it feels. I can't describe something that I don't understand in the first place. All I know is that it feels wrong to call Calum here. But then again it feels wrong to call or text anyone here. Maybe because I feel so disconnected from the world here. Maybe because when I'm here I don't feel like I constantly need to be connected to the internet. Maybe I'm the only one that feels this way. But all I know is that this place makes me feel free and alive.

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Sorry that it's not that long. I don't really know what to say about this chapter. :/ but whatever.
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By the way the 5sos concert I went to last week was sooooooo amazing.
Bye
Sydney May