Ocean Eyes • g.d

Chapter 5 • The Taste Of Sweet Sorrow

Kinda like this one
[contains weak implicit infer to self harm-kinda]
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*Mia's POV*

My dad had a few days off after my excursion with Grayson, and much to my suprise, i was craving seeing him again.
It hadn't been able to contact him, which in a way, was good.
I knew it was wrong and I hate myself for it. I should distance myself from him, but I couldn't bring myself too do that. It was something about his forwardness, and his open attitude that I liked. I think it was to fill the missing space from my mum - of course he couldn't fill it completely, but it was better than empty.

Soon enough, 3 days soon rolled by, and before I knew it, I was back on the Dolan property.

Today the sun beat down, and I worked in a small pair of shorts and my black bralette - it was too hot for tops. Lisa was continually bringing glasses of fresh homemade lemonade to replenish me and Dad, and often bought cookies.
We were deep in the property, clearing an open patch of land for Grayson who was building a custom skate park for Ethan- a sweet gesture. I wish I had a sibling, someone who could understand me and my feelings, especially now.

After 3 hours of heavy work, my dad heads in too talk to Lisa about builders. I stay clearing, sweating heavily and very tired.
I hear a soft growl from a far, which was growling louder and deeper by the second. I see a small patch of red, hazy from the heat. As it accelerates towards me, and skids to a stop, I beam as I come face to face with topless Grayson in grey sweat shorts on a red quad bike.
He smiles at me, and I smile back, as he hops off, and I go to hug him -
"I like the outfit" he laughs
"Is it always this hot in Jersey?" I laugh
"What's it like in London?"
"Let's say, we're always wearing hoodies or all our nips be hard" he laughs, taking a look at me, and walks back over to the quad. He sits on it, and curved his fingers for me too come over, and I sit on the back.
"Hold on"
"Grayson I need to finish..."
he starts it up and zooms off, the cool breeze hitting my body as I laugh and smiles as we curved and dodge trees and bushes.
He takes me deeper into the land, as I grip around his waist, and take in the now gorgeous, once horrifically natural , scenery.

We come to a halt and he hops off, placing himself against a tree, sitting on the grass. I turn around and go to sit down next to him, before I hear -
"What's in your back pocket?"
I had totally forgot.
Methodically, i has sneaked two of my dads cigarettes from his pack this morning, to take the edge off my close-looming sadness. It was a coping mechanism. It was better than anything else that could help me cope.
I didn't have a lighter, so hoped that the Dolans would have one.
I pulled them out, showing them to Grayson.
"A rebel..." he tuts, "with or without a cause?" He smiles.
"With, of course" I smirk. I liked being the 'bad girl' sometimes.
Grayson take the two cigarettes and dwindles one between his fingers. His eyes widen for second, before he hops up and heads back to the quad, and signals for me to stay there. He opens a compartment on the top, pulling out two sticks of what seemed metal.
I look inquisively at him
"Magnesium," he smirks, rubbing them together, "hit it at the right angle and you get a spark. I think we all need to relax from time to time, Mia" he smirks.

I breath a sigh of relief.
I enjoy the sights of his muscly arms contracting and relaxing, as he strikes the rods, and finally gets a flame, and lights the two fags.
He passes one to me, as he sits back next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
The cigarette hung loosely from his mouth, sexily. I breath in, letting the sweet nicotine hit my soft lips, and a feeling of calm, subtle euphoria hits my lungs, and I breath out, almost breathing away my troubles. Breathing in the numbing agent, and exhaling my misery.
Breathing in my bitter sweet happiness, and out again, bringing me back down to earth.

We stay lying in the mellow grass for sometime, staring up the ocean-blue sky, the cloudless-sea above us didn't phrase me as much, I enjoyed the tranquility. The cigarettes burnt out, all was left was eachothers company.
Then, the conversation I'm most dreading falls from Grayson's innocent, tabacco tainted lips.
"So, Mia, does your mum do the finance for your dad's company or..?"

I breath in, trying to control my emotions, as I fall on my side, toward him, and he does the same.

"She did, for a while. She was also a relief worker for climatic hazards," I sigh.
"What does she do now?"
"She passed away last autumn," I choked, "She was doing relief work in Bangledesh for a cyclone, and the water.. it just.. she drowned and they..." I stiffled, coughing, and tears gently rolled down my rosy cheeks.

"I'm so sorry Mia." He said, embracing me in a hug. "I'm sure she was a great woman"

"She was," I beam, "she did so much for others, for me. I wish she was here" gleaming at the memories of he gorgeous and radiant personality.

"She is" he says, "I can sense it" he peers around into the high trees, and I follow his gaze. He's right, she's the reason I first sat by the river with him. She led me too him. I was meant to be with him right now.

I stayed close to him for another five minutes, and he kisses my forehead.

He gets up, and gets on the quad.
"I'll be right back" he says, and drives off into the green, textured nothingness, leaving me with my sorrows in the middle of the consuming forest, to pity my own broken heart.

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Chapter 6 is a roll on