farfalla

XIX.

1:45 PM

Thinking that things were going to change at all in the slightest because Harry showed a shred of kindness that night a few weeks back was naive of me. No wonder Harry had that tattoo wrapped around his wrist, maybe some people really can't change. I held onto the thought that he could and it was only hurting me further.

The week was choked full of arguments. I would say something then he would say something and before we both knew it we were shouting at each other. Nowadays I felt like we were screaming just to see who was louder. The arguments never had any substance to them, always over stupid little irrelevant things.

Florence had been bearable but Cancun had been a nightmare. Besides the night I slept beside Harry I haven't gotten a wink of sleep. The cramping from my period hadn't helped either I suppose. I had to admit I fed into the fire in some of our arguments and disagreements that would escalate into full-fledged arguments. Some days are worse than others just like anything else.

Tiptoeing down the hall to peek inside the crack of Harry's bedroom I watched as he typed away on his computer clearly concentrating on the work at hand. His green eyes moving across the screen while his fingers tapped on the keyboard every so often. Stepping away with caution I crept into the garage to explore what laid inside the estate.

Feeling the heat instantly hit the surface of my skin I felt my long tangled hair against my back. Blowing out breaths my eyes trailed to the walls to see various surfboards lining them. Brightening my spirits I gasped running on my tip toes to the one that stood out to me from all the rest. Touching the glossy board under my fingertips I bit my lip deciding on if I should take it out. I hadn't touched a surfboard since I was ten years old.

I remember the nanny in Hawaii had brought me out in the mornings and taught me to her best abilities on how to surf. I had grown to love it after I began to develop the skill to eliminate so many wipeouts. The nanny and her husband had taught me not only how to surf but various other life lessons, they were hard to leave when I was set to relocate a year later. Running my hand over the board brought a kaleidoscope of memories to cloud my mind.

Taking a better grip on the board I hoisted it under my armpit and proceeded to walk out the side door of the garage. Shutting it behind me when I had gotten the entire width of the board out the door. The rays of sun hit my skin causing a burn to concentrate in the areas the sun was gathering on. Hair dancing in the breeze and feet being tickled by the sugary white sand a smile swiped over my face at the sight of the wavering ocean.

The stress between Harry and I had melted away instantly upon the feeling I was getting now. Everything was so calm and stress-free while the ocean wavered and sand glistened. Standing at the foot of where the waves reached I looked down to see a wave reach my feet and cover my toes for a brief moment. Closing my eyes and tilting my head up I felt the cool liquid brush up against my toes and tickle my feet as the sand repositioned under them.

Wading into the water I set the board into the water when my waist was fully submerged into the crystal clear liquid. Hopping onto the board I laid my weight in it and began to paddle out to ready myself for a wave. Feeling the energy in the water I saw a perfect wave on the horizon and went for it. No one around to take it away from me.

Duck diving and submerging myself fully into the water I felt the cool temperature engulf my body. My hair flattening to my head under the water as I embraced the feeling of refreshing water. Sucking in a breath as I came back up I saw the wave in my sights, getting myself to remember what I learned long ago I stood up.

Board gliding on top of the water a smile planted in my face as I felt a sea salt breeze graze against my bikini exposed body. I felt as though I was a different person, like nothing I had been going through with Harry these last weeks mattered. I felt light, unlike the usual heaviness I lugged around in my chest every day.