Plan B

Intro

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for giving this story a shot, it really means a lot! Since I am not a native speaker there may be a couple of grammar or spelling mistakes throughout the book and I'd like to apologize in advance in case I mess up ;)

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Just to put it out there: there will be swearing in this story because I need to include strong language to make it feel right what I am writing. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with swearing, I do not mean to offend anyone, I am simply writing my story the way I feel it should be. With that being said, I hope you enjoy my story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Intro:

The water played around my feet teasingly, every new wave pulling my feet like a call of the ocean. If my day had been even just a little better, I might have easily given into the temptation and fled the burning Californian sun by diving into the cool crystal clear, turquoise ocean. And yet here I was. A short British brunette, wondering how things had gotten so messed up. Water spilled over my toes once again and I looked down when I felt something hard push against my foot. A big grey shell was dancing in the water, only inches above the sand, nudging against my toes with every new wave.

Just as I leaned down to pick up the shell, a voice cut through the peaceful silence. "I thought I'd find you here." My hand closed around the shell and I had to stop myself from balling my fingers to a fist. Ignoring the newly arrived, I continued to stare ahead at the sea, my fingers continuously running over the smooth surface of the shell. The muffled footsteps in the sand got louder and seconds later, I felt him next to me. "What, are you just going to ignore me from now on?" He asked and his eyes were burning holes into my face.

I looked down and bit my lip, unsure what to say or do. A sigh escaped him and I felt his hand on my back. "Josie, come on." His voice had gotten softer. It was hard to imagine that just an hour ago we had been screaming at each other. "We have to talk about this." He said and my head snapped up. "Do we?" I asked, trying to sound icy but the slight quivering of my voice betrayed me. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off. "I believe you've made your point perfectly clear. I cannot tell you what you want to hear so tomorrow morning I will be back on the plane to England. Alone."

I looked at him and saw the same pain I felt inside me reflected on his face. I forced myself to continue. "After that you never have to see me again. Isn't that what you want?" His hands closed around mine. "Josie, I-" I tore away from him. "Yes or no?" I asked him sharply, my hands balled to fists. There was a very long pause, both of us staring at each other. Then he lowered his gaze, his shoulders slumped. "Yes." Even though it was barely more than a whisper, the word hit me harder than if he had slapped me. I had expected his answer but I had not known how much it would hurt.

My fingers felt numb and I noticed the pretty grey shell slipping out of my fingers but there was nothing I could do about it. I slowly turned around, feeling like I was in a bad dream. "Excuse me." I said, my voice sounding oddly thin. "I have to go pack." He didn't stop me when I turned away from him, nor did he stop me as I walked up the beach to the stairs which led to his house. Numbly, I made my way up the stairs, forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other.

When I had reached the top, I shot a look back. His silhouette was black against the deep orange of the setting sun, still on the same spot where I left him. A sob escaped me and I pressed my fingers against my mouth. Where did we go so wrong? How on earth could something this amazing end the way we did? I wanted to run to him, apologize, forgive and repair what we spent the last six months breaking apart. It was impossible. My butt connected with the cold stone of the stairs as my legs gave in. I did not want to think. I did not want to feel. All I wanted was to go back in time and stop myself from ruining my life. Again.