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"It's a tad chilly, no?" He mumbled as he rubbed his arms, although the thin layer of sweat covering his face said otherwise.
Mitch shook his head slightly, ignoring him and looking out to the water instead. The waves were slow and small, but he still sat near enough so they would reach his feet for a few seconds.
"It's too sandy." The man added. Mitch scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"It's the beach, Anthony. It's sandy." He replied with playful annoyance, although he truly was annoyed with him. Every time he got lost in his head, trying to come up with a new idea, Anthony would find something painfully obvious to complain about.
"If you don't want to be here, then you should just--"
"No! I do, I do." Anthony defended quickly. Mitch sighed and looked away from him, sticking his hands in the sand and closing his eyes, ignoring Anthony's sigh of boredom. He allowed the wind to create chills on his body.
The sounds of the waves hitting the shore and crashing into his feet made him feel relaxed and at peace. He felt his mind swirl into a land of creation and freedom, where nothing was impossible. He could create an idea, he could bring it to life with a pencil in hand. He could make up a person, a mind. They would have their own ideas, they could--
"That water is kinda loud."
Mitch opened his eyes, bunching up the sand in his hands for a temporary stress ball. He released the sand and put his hands in his lap. He sighed, trying to put himself at ease for a few seconds.
"Ew, gross, seaweed!"
Mitch released a harsh breath and stood up slowly with a groan.
"You know what? I'm gonna go take a short walk," he said, Anthony looked prepared to stand up, "alone." Mitch finished. Anthony looked confused for a second, but then nodded and looked down at his lap where his iPad was.
Mitch rolled his eyes, sighing to himself as he began to walk away. He let the wind carry his direction, and as minutes went by, he could no longer see Anthony when he turned back.
Nobody was around anymore.
Mitch grinned to himself.
Perfect.
He sat down again contently, digging his feet in the sand closer to the water. He didn't close his eyes this time, at least not for a few minutes. He watched the water, he watched the birds and the clouds move at their slow pace.
His eyes slipped shut without him even noticing, and he happily kept them closed. The sound of his deep breathing and the water, this is what he loved.
He began thinking of a character he was in the process of creating. He wanted to create a book in the POV of a man with great adventure.
Perhaps he would time travel, maybe he would be a wizard. Maybe he would be a writer just like himself.
He wanted his character to be handsome, but humbled and oblivious. He wanted him to be a hopeless romantic, but not stupid enough to allow his emotions to be played with.
He wanted to create the version of himself he wished to be. But different, a better version. But yet he couldn't thinking of a name or even a face. He created his personality and a simple plot easily and carelessly, but he couldn't even come up with him himself.
He opened his eyes.
He felt zen in that moment, he could almost started to come up with the face.
A sharp jaw but soft eyes-
