7.03pm
The clouds were dappled dark grey, indicating a storm was brewing. I perched on the edge of the cliff (despite all the warning signs forbidding me not to) my dirty Timberland's dangling off of the edge, the sea was about ten metres below, painted different tones of blue, as it crashed against the cliffs in rage; towards the horizon the colours delicately fused together, the blue turning into a deep grey, receiving the stormy behaviour. This was perhaps the most serene place in this urbanised town, although it's shielded away by fields, it's certainly worth the trek, especially to be greeted by the spectacular scape. I'd come here every day if I got the opportunity, the short walk was a revelation. I can't exactly say this year has been every bit perfect, perhaps more the opposite, I've been ganged upon and lost practically everything I once desired - my best friends and the people who I surrounded myself with. It all happened so drastically that not even I could keep up with it, I had no idea how sour someone who has pretty much grown up with you, could suddenly turn just because of some boy she claimed to fall in love with. The result came to sides, everyone taking hers and I was left alone receiving crude comments, depressing thoughts and a broken heart. This tilted my choices, and I decided to go along to college so I didn't have to be associated with the witches that lurked at school. I had a clear mindset for this year and told myself that nobody matters to me except family, even though they hadn't heard about this drama and still ask why they haven't seen my 'best friend' in a while.
Bright lights from a car drew me out of my flashback, and I shrugged the cranberry coloured cardigan which my aunt had knitted for me, further across my body. Car doors slammed, and footsteps crunched against the stones. A boy, a similar age to me placed himself down beside me, a khaki green coat kept him insulated, his hood was thrown over his head with a fur trim replicating wolf fur but I had mistaken it for his own hair. He smiled at me, dimples appearing on the right side of his mouth, there was no conversation but there didn't need to be. His eyes matched the colour of the sea, but instead of the storminess, they brought me a tropical warmth which I longed to delve in to.
"What's on your mind?" the boy asked, his eyes transfixed on the rolling waves pouring into shore. I detected an accent, one from up North, which was a long drive away from here.
"too much for anyone to handle," I sighed, shoving my hands into the pockets of my cardigan
He wore some black Chelsea boots, that had been scuffed on the head and dirt traipsing up from the sole, his jeans were skinny, with rips scattered around in an abundance. Moments passed, of us just listening to the sea as it roared, and weirdly it wasn't uncomfortable.
"you realise, you shouldn't actually be here, the signs say otherwise." He spoke, again looking in my direction.
"neither should you." I responded,
"touché." It had gradually grown dark in the duration that I've been here and was probably best if I were to go home now, it would save my parents calling me and my siblings too. I got up and looked over at the boy, wondering whether or not to say goodbye or to just leave, he seemed at peace and I didn't want to ruin it for him.
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beach//reece bibby
Romance"You're like a daisy; you've been trod on and become so closed up with every gloomy day that passes, you need to focus on the brighter ones so you can bloom," he spoke as he twiddled a daisy between his fingers. "A daisy?" I questioned, my voice hoa...
