How To Love Someone

Tell Me When [B2]

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I stepped along the sandy shore, the calls of seagulls sounding above myself, the crashing of waves loud in my ears, and the wind whipping by my ears. The sun was slinking behind the horizen, darkening the sea to a deep grey, the moon starting to creep out. Rocks, clams and starfish all awaited for the tide to come back and snatch them under the water, back to where they belonged. Hidden from sight.  

I sighed, biting down on my lower lip as I paused, allowing the water to wash over my ankles and dampen the hem of my jeans, the wind billowing up my blue checked shirt. As noisy as this place was it was...oddly peaceful. A place to be lost deep in thought, deep in thought of when you were here. I reached out, gripping at the thin air. A grimace and a glance then I began my walk again, shaking my long, raven hair out of my eyes.  

There wasn't much sense in wishing Mark would come back, he'd made that clear a few years back saying either we were something or nothing at all. Call me hurt and sore about it, I had...  

"Bleh." Another shake of my head, I kicked at the greying waters, grumbling something under my breath even I didn't understand. I should have just said something to keep him around. Stupid guy, just forcing a decision on me like that. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I continued to stare down at the waves, the water slinking along the sand and occasional rocks I came across. Peaceful, yes, for certain. Yet, my mind wasn't at all at rest or 'peaceful.'  

Why was I so bent out of shape about that kid? It was years ago, yet I still regret it. I took him for granted, almost...Kind of. I wanted to take back things I said, but it was all in the past and Mark had probably moved away during that time with his crazy parents. I gulped, remembering his bruises and cuts, his excuses. What if, things had gotten worse? No, it was years ago, he was eighteen by now and moving out for certain. Right? Yes, of course. He's going to college as well. Wonder what college....  

I gulped again for the cool air, clenching my fists in my pockets, I wanted the warmth of his hands in mine, but it was years. Years. He probably didn't want to see my face. Mark, surprisingly had a bit of pride and a rejection wouldn't go to well with him. Specially since we were close, he'd probably thought for sure...  

Looking up, my eyes caught sight of someone else strutting upon this deserted beach. I clenched my jaw, feeling slightly invaded. It was like...a place of privacy almost. With a frown I started to turn the opposite direction, but I suddenly froze, the person's hair had caught my attention. A wave of milky chocolate, just like...No, impossible. I wouldn't think it to be him, since...As I stared for a while longer, features seemed to become obvious, he had dark eyes, but maybe they just looked dark from far away...A soft expression...  

Something leapt in my throat, I felt as if I was going to choke. 'Oh god.' I turned completely and walked briskly away. I was going crazy. Really.  

"It was years ago Luke. Years."