We said our goodbye's in the shadows that lingered across Sunset Blvd. Your eyes; the greenest that I had ever known wouldn't, no couldn't look at me. You ran your hand through your sandy blonde hair as you tried to hard not let me see you cry. I stuffed my hands into my giant white, and black stripped sweatshirt that you used to wear when you crawled out of my bed in the early hours of the morning. It was hard for me not to feel remorse while watching you try and hold your tears from dripping upon those soft cheeks that I used to kiss. I wanted to tell you that I loved you, and that I always would; somehow the words just wouldn't come. You were wearing that old faded knit blue sweatshirt, the one that I had given him for his birthday last year. Somehow I knew that no matter how much I wanted to kiss, and hold you again that you would still go back to him.
"I should go" I said, as pulled my hood over my already messy hair. I grabbed my board from the side of the building; taking off into the sunset towards the ocean. Towards the spot where I first met you, where I had first kissed you, where I had first felt my heart plunge into an empty abyss of pain. As my board went down the sidewalk, I stopped briefly by the Hippocampus. It was already closed, but I didn't care. Staring at myself through the reflection; I could feel my eyes watering as I tried to fathom that you didn't want me anymore. This weak feeling in my heart made me sick to my stomach; angrily I grabbed the board, and took back down the sidewalk.
