Revealed

45. Jeremy

She doesn't look away once. She isn't as nervous as she was before. I like how she's feeling more comfortable around me.

Her arms are wrapped around my body still and everything feels as it should be. I'm breaking so many personal rules right now that it's unbelievable. But I don't care anymore. I didn't think it was possible, but there's something more important to me than myself... Solie.

She hugs me as I let her back into the water. "Thanks for everything." Solie starts to get out of the water. When she says "Thanks for everything," I hope she doesn't think she's done with me. That whatever we have is just a passing phase, because it isn't. At least not for me.

I follow her back onto the shore where we sit. Solie holds her legs in her arms as I take a seat next to her.

We sit in silence. The air smells like salt and water and the ocean moves a bit more wildly than it had before me and Solie has entered.

"Can we write a poem together?" she asks softly. I look over at her. She's resting her body on her arms behind her and looking straight at me. Her facial expression shows me that she really wants to do this.

"Yeah definitely," I'm a little surprised. "When do you want to start?"

"How about now?"

I reply by saying yes and get out of the comfortable position I'm in while sitting on the sand. My notebook is somewhere in the car. It takes me a while to find it. By the time I find it and return to where I last left Solie, she's gone.

Shit. I leave her alone for one minute and she runs away? I thought she was past all of that. Trying to convince myself that she probably only went to find a bathroom, I begin to pace around. Reasons like this are why I completely eliminated love and feelings from my schedule. Someone always ends up being hurt. In all my situations, it was me. I was actually falling for this girl too.

I walk around the beach for a while. "Solane!" I scream out of hope. My voice is full of regret and hatred. I yell her name even louder two more times that it sounds more like an angry scream than a worried shout. She couldn't have gotten far on foot, could she?