The ocean in his eyes

Two

To my love,

Ocean blue eyes

I didn't want to let you in. But how could I say no to your ocean blue eyes? It's almost as if you knew, that I couldn't have resisted. It's not like I'm complaining, how could I complain? I've always loved the ocean. And with everything I love, there's consequences. You stole my heart, and you made me believe it was never mine in the first place. What a perfect crime, what a beautiful tragedy. All things beautiful hurt sometimes. And you were the most beautiful thing Id laid eyes on.

-Beatrice
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Point of view: James

"Beatrice...." I trailed off, looking up towards the midnight skies, where the stars enveloped every crevasse of the beautiful coal colored space. My eyes ventured towards her now, where her eyes were closed, a small smile placed on her delicate face. The breeze pulled her hair back, making it glide past her shoulders and into the wind behind her. And in that moment, I began to wish I'd never met her before.

Yes, you heard me right.

I wished that I'd never met someone so beautifully fucked up before. Because the very second I started to fall in love with her, was the same moment I became scared for the first time in my life.

-Two years before-

"James, hey. I need you to meet someone." My best friend Liam yelled over the music, already oblivious to his surroundings. He was drunk off his head, and I was about to be there myself. "Sure bro."
-

"You have an alcohol problem."

I chuckled, at her "no shit Sherlock" worthy comment, and shook my head.

My councilor prodded at my memories, just trying to find some reason to call me insane. That's all they do, listen to people rant on how they just aren't happy, and try to tell them they need to think about happy thoughts instead. Or try telling them they need to be on some drug that only masks the problem, well I already do that myself enough. I don't need pills to tell me that I'm okay. Because I'm perfectly fine. "Listen, James, the quicker you talk the quicker you'll get out of here...." I furrowed my brows, and rested my head in my hands, sighing for what felt like the millionth time that day. "I'm not going to talk. Can't you see that? I don't need to talk!" I grunted, pulling my hands through my hair. "I want to help you." She simply stated, and then there was silence for a moment- well almost.... the only thing to be heard was typing, and of course my own thinking. "If you wanted to help me, you'd let me out of here." I said quietly, pulling my head up, I stared at her in the eyes. "I will never make that mistake again." She muttered underneath her breath, and I rolled my eyes. "Well, if you won't let me go I guess I'll just have to let myself go." I said quickly, before standing up, and proceeding out the door. "You need to talk to us James." She followed me, and It was then I noticed i had a headache. I could hear her high heels clacking on the tile flooring, and I closed my eyes. And with that I left, out the door.

-

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of her voice, "Hello?" She called out, sounding annoyed, I mustered up a small smile. "Yeah, oh... uh- sorry I was just thinking." I said quickly, and she nodded. "That's okay. Why'd you say my name earlier?" She asked, her brows stitched together for the moment, and I tried to remember what I'd been thinking.

"We should really be heading back home.... it's late." I muttered softly, and she turned to me, "since when is it ever too late?" She asked, the moon glowing around her figure. I struggled to find an answer to that, so silence fell upon us. "What's on your mind?" She asked me, after a few seconds of silence. She moved closer to me now, and her hand rested on my knee. "I dunno exactly." I answered honestly, and almost wondered if it was true. Because I knew exactly what was going on in my mind. I was thinking that I should just run away, run away from her. Just like I run away from my problems, as my parents say. I was never afraid of anything before I met this chick, and now all I can think about is if she was taken away from me. How her absence would tear me apart.

~

Dear Beatrice,

Please don't be so nice to me.

I fall very easily and tend to fall for everything I know I could never keep.