Ocean Eyes

The Talk

About two days later, after my brothers funeral, I had calmed down. My depression was going away, but I had started feeling guilty about not going to see Skye. I had felt so guilty for yelling at her when she didn't do anything wrong. Without hesitation, I walked out the door of my home and started to the beach.

I looked for sky. When I got by the shore, I was expecting to see Skye's smiley little face as she comes up to me and smiles her happy little smile, and say "hi Morgie. Let's have another happy day!"

I looked at the spot where we always met up by the shore, but I was surprised to see that she wasn't there. My stomach started to churn. Where was she?

I looked around everywhere at the beach, but I couldn't find her. She wasn't there.

Maybe she's mad or upset with me, I thought. I feel so bad for yelling at her.

I looked across to Skye's house. I would've thought that her mother would be there sitting on the porch like always, but she wasn't there either.

Strange, I thought.

Giving up, I became tired and morosely walked back to my house.

The next day, I checked the beach again, but she still wasn't there. I checked everyday for a week and a half, but still no signs of Skye.

One week later, I started to worry why she wasn't coming to the beach. My mind full of many questions and thoughts, I decided to go check with Skye's mom.

I walked up the step of the front wooden porch of the small house and knocked on their door. It took at least ten seconds before someone finally opened the door. It was her mother. Her eyes looked red and watery.

"Yes?" She said, unable to concentrate, not knowing it was me.

"Hi", I said politely."I... I really missed Skye, and I'm wondering where she is."

"Oh, yes- Morgan! Come on in", she said, holding the door open for me to walk in.

I walked into their home, and it had the sweet smelling scent of cherry blossoms. The floor was dark wood, and there was a clay colored couch along with two fuzzy chairs surrounding a glass coffee table facing a small TV. From the big window in the living room, you got a great view of the beach.

I looked on the wall above the TV. There was a photo in a shiny brown frame hanging up. It was a photo of her mother holding the hand of a sand colored haired toddler, while she was holding the hand of a man with blonde hair. It was Skye. I smiled.

The woman, honey colored hair, lead me to one of the soft chairs.

"Sit down", she offered.

Without hesitation, I slowly sat down onto the warm chair facing the coffee table.

"Would you like me to make some Coffee while we chat?" She asked nicely.

"That would be nice, thank you", I said.

"Okay", she said, smiling. "I'll be right back."

I sat rocking back and fourth in the chair, wondering where Skye was. I really hoped that she wasn't upset with me. Or worse, mad at me. My thoughts haunted me. I had still felt guilty.

She came back about three minutes later, with two white coffee cups. She handed one to me, and I took a nice, long sip of the delicious brown coffee.

She sat down in the chair across from me, and took a sip of her coffee. She placed it down and wiped some from her mouth with a napkin.

"Morgan", she said, "Skye has talked about you so much. She really loves you."

"I love her too", I said, suddenly realizing that I meant it. "She is such a wonderful child."