When was the last time you had a reality check?
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When I got back to the beach at around seven, I started writing.
I wrote about everything that happened with Harry earlier that morning but I didn't tear up. I kept it in, looking at the vast wide ocean right before my eyes and realising that no matter how many tears I shed, it will always remain sadder than me. And it will shed many tears than I ever could, crying over the loss of many of its lovers, including dad.
The ocean did not want to take my father's soul away, just like how Nate did not really want to take mine. But at the end of the day, they both did anyway.
I guess you always get your nastiest scars from people who had no intention of hurting you.
"Oh my god! I love you!" I heard someone yelling behind me when I turned around, someone jumped on me and hugged me tightly. I smiled into the hug immediately, realising it was probably one of my readers. When she pulled away, I saw her grinning.
"Hello, sweetheart." I greeted, scooting to the left so she could have enough space to sit, but I could see what appeared to be her mother waving to her.
"I can't believe I finally had the courage to talk to you." She said. She did not sit down so I guessed she was in a rush. I wanted to ask her about her name but she took the word. "Your book is amazing." She added and I gave her a warm smile.
I still cannot fathom the success my first and only book had gotten. I published it anonymously, but I think the release party my father had for me was enough to let everyone in this small town I lived in know that it was me. I did not want people to know that I wrote that book for many reasons, one of them was because I hated being recognised. I didn't mind to receive some encouragement words from time to time but I did not feel the need of being idolised (but apparently that happened anyway), and I did not feel the need of being criticised either. I thought, in case they did not like the book, they could throw their critics at an anonymous name over the internet, or keep them to themselves.
"Thank you, you're very lovely." I told her and then didn't know what to add.
"No, thank you for writing such a phenomena." She said and I thought it was a bit too much, but took it to heart anyway. "I need to go, it was nice talking to you." She added and when I gave her a small smile, she ran back to her mother. Silence started feeling too violent when she left and I was back to my thoughts.
But, that silence didn't last for too long as a tall figure towered in front of me, blocking the sun rays. "Hey, coffee girl." the newly familiar voice said.
When I looked up, it was Harry. I had mixed feelings about seeing him again. "Hey, Harry." I greeted him, refusing to look into his green eyes.
"I just wanted to apologise for this morning. I did not mean to be rude or anything." He apologised, sitting down on the rock facing me.
"You weren't. Don't worry about it, we're all good." I finally looked at him.
He looked smart, and I noticed that he changed into a new outfit. He was wearing all black, but it was his boots that stood out because of their golden colour.
"Then why did you leave that way?" He asked and I hoped he didn't notice that I was staring. "I thought I said something out of place." He added. His expression was unreadable but I could surely see a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Mhm, nothing, really. You didn't want to hop in the car so I figured you had something to do." I lied. I couldn't just tell him that he made me want to hide just like how Nate did.
