7.47pm
A later appearance allowed me to traipse up the cliff in darkness, although it was not the safest, the moonlight shone down on the path, giving me enough light to recognise my surroundings. I had work tomorrow, so I promised myself I could spend longer here, seeing as I work evenings and wouldn't be able to enjoy it. My spot was occupied with a silhouette who I only guessed was the boy I coincidentally bump into every night - even though it's not a coincidence but perhaps more opposite. As I neared closer I heard the mellifluous symphony of strings being delicately strummed, I smiled instantly placed upon my face. I didn't want to disrupt the song because it was pleasing to the ears, and I new if he noticed my presence, he would stop. The song was unrecognisable, leading me to think perhaps it was made up. He paused and looked behind himself and noticed me, standing in awe.
"Hi," he smiled, as he placed his guitar beside him.
"hello," I smiled, and perched down beside him. "that was beautiful." I complimented, but he looked at the floor, a smile plastered on his face.
"thank you," he spoke, "I'm still learning and trying to figure out lyrics to go alongside it, but it's getting there."
The moonlight was smeared across the calm ebony sea. I realised I still had no idea what the boy's name was, but none of that mattered right now; he was a stranger that pleasured the sea as much as me. Although we never spoke much, the polite conversation was enough to make me comfortable around him, he seemed okay. The winter breeze tickled at my bare arms, and I shrugged my auburn cardigan across myself.
"I'm going to head off now, but I guess I'll see you tomorrow." he stood up and brushed off uninvited debris and dirt. He zipped up his green Parker jacket with the fur hood and smiled down at me, a dimple appearing on his left cheek.
"not tomorrow, I'm working," I replied, and he nodded.
"Sunday?" he questioned, and I nodded in response, and he smiled before the darkness of the winter night engulfed him.
YOU ARE READING
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...