The Island Goddess.

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It was afternoon and everything had been the usual for Lance. Only today, his heart was heavy as he realized he had less than a week left in Barbados.

He sat at his desk, thinking about how this vacation had been important to him and impacted him in more ways than one. He'd taken a relieving breather from reality and relaxed; far away from all the bullshit his lifestyle had to offer.

"Emerald.. emerald, emerald.." He spoke her name quietly to himself as he thought of all the times they'd shared together. The way she made him feel was something else that he feared he'd never feel about another woman. He knew he couldn't, not for awhile at least.

To him, Emerald lived up to her given name. A precious gem one couldn't find or easily replace. Her characteristics and personality, her beauty and brains made her one of a kind; and girls like that in America were either rare, taken or not searching for him.

As he closed his laptop, finishing his poem entry he began to think of how he was to break it to her. Would she be upset? Would she even care?

Lance sighed as he grabbed his denim jacket and headed to the beach, where she always was; where they'd always been.

His hands where in his pockets as he strolled down the pavement leading to the steep hill down the sand. He walked through the sand, his thongs gliding against the sand as his hands dug deeper in his pockets.

The beach was nothing new, crowded with families, friends and other people who were there to enjoy the relaxation the waters and views had to offer.

Lance's eyes roamed around the beach as he continued to walk, politely observing the people in attempts to find his Emerald. He wasn't planning to stay for too long, he had to go back and begin to pack his bags and fix his remaining luggage. He'd simply came to let her know earlier than later.

He sighed as he continued to walk, looking around at the people who weren't who he was hoping to see. A familiar darkskin woman was walking towards him, he instantly recognized her facial features as they made eye contact.

"Hey.." He said as he stopped her and held her shoulder.

Her facial features scrunched up instantly and she shook his hand off of her, looking at him.

"Please sir, me nuh know yuh dun touch me!" She exclaimed as she rose her hands up and took a step away from him.

"Right.. oh my bad. I'm Lance, you're friends with Emerald right?" He said as he held out his hand for her to shake.

It was then that Melissa realized this was the Lance. The boy that Emerald was always daydreaming about. She instantly regretted her little outburst as she placed her hand in his and shook it. "Melissa, Mel fuh short."

Lance nodded as brang his hand back, and scratched his head awkwardly.

"So uh.. where's Emerald? I need to see her.. it's important." He stated.

Melissa scratched her shoulder as she shrugged her shoulders. "She not gon see you." She bluntly stated as she looked away,

Lance frowned as he squinted his eyes. "Sorry, what?" He asked. There must've been a mistake why wouldn't she want to see him, he'd done nothing wrong.

Melissa shrugged. She didn't know how to tell him Emerald was trying to stay away from him; this was just as awkward for her as it was for him.

"Jus... She needa break." She mumbled as she looked into his eyes. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the look of confusion and hurt plastered on his features. She was unsure what else to say so she quickly walked past him and hurried away out of his sight.

Lance just stood there. For maybe ten minutes trying to process what he'd done wrong. He walked the rest of the way back home in silence and confusion.