Beauty

9

cameron was waiting at his table for food when he saw the shop across the street. it was a small quaint looking shop with green painted shudders and rows upon rows of the delicate flowers. daffodils. the bright yellow color reminded him almost too much of her. he felt the need to go to the shop and buy a huge bouquet of them and send them to her door. but the food arrived and he jerked his head away from the shop, shaking the stupid thoughts away. he thanked the waitress and ate quietly. once he was done he placed a twenty on the table and walked out. 

he was suddenly stuck in the rapidly moving streets of new york. he had come back here, just a few days ago. all he remembered was that he stayed in a very bad place in the state of new york after he left her. this was as close to home as he could feel. 

cameron didn't realize until that moment when he stood up on a bench that he was always looking for her. no matter what. his eyes frantically searched and his head jerked around wildly. he was obsessed with the idea that she was somewhere in this crowd. and when reality hit, he just drifted with the crowd. 

she wasn't there. she never would be again. 

he felt the same pain in his chest he'd been feeling for a long time. so he walked to his temporary home. he locked the hotel door as much as he could and blocked it off. 

then, he started sobbing.

he knew in that moment that he was going crazy. he was completely destroyed by that girl. and he needed to find her. now.

the next morning cameron checked out of the hotel and drove until his surroundings looked familiar enough to let him know he was -at least- in the right state. 

grace never really knew what she was doing that day when she broke down again. had it been that there were fresh bright daffodils sitting outside of the flower shop today? had it been that she felt some sort of extra pain today? maybe it's because it was the anniversary of her parent's death. she had no clue what but she broke down. 

she drove for a long time, then found herself sitting on a beach. a rocky beach. the tide was high so there was no sand. she felt somewhat more calm as she sat on the fallen tree that she sat on so long ago with him. 

she wiped the tears that quietly fell from her eyes. she sniffed. the air was crisp again. like it was when he was first there. but it was more chilling. her nose was a shade of pink, and she couldn't tell if it was the crying or the cold. 

her hands were also chilled even covered with her the sleeves of her navy blue sweater. she wished she could disappear, stay here and wait for him to arrive. 

but being as cold as she was, an hour later she left and got to her own shop. she shooed her workers giving them the rest of the day off and put on her apron. she would work until closing hour. customers piled in now, giving her something to do.