(Authors note) I apologise if this is poorly written or grammatically incorrect, as this is my first story thingy. It's rlly bad I know but bare with me. Feedback appreciated <3
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The sun broke in half, spilling out a myriad of beautiful yellows, oranges and reds. The hues of the sun dissolved into the water, mingling like old lovers as the ocean turned a sweet orange colour, reminding me of orange flavoured sherbert in the summer time. Soft ocean waves crashed against the shore, eating up the imperfect sand castles built by optimistic children and their unwilling families when the day was youthful and warm. Living next to a beach was truly amazing. I felt like the luckiest person alive when I got to see the sunset, it kept me level headed, y'know? It's the only thing that really helped my with anger issues.
I sat on my favourite boulders outside my house, wilted roses laying in bunches next to them. I smiled as I saw them. Roses had always been my favourite flower, despite how girly others told me they were. I turned my attention away from the roses and decided to take in the moment.
The sun was shining beautifully -half hidden in the evermoving water - casting a warm blanket of a yellow glow over the beach. The fluffy clouds in a plethora of warm toned pastels floated across the beautifully painted sky with ease. A satisfied sigh escaped my mouth, a puff of vapour breaking the crisp, chilly air of the evening.
I leaned back against the boulders once more, a content smile playing on my lips as I placed my hands on the sides of the cool rocky texture of the large rocks. The edges of the boulders were sharp against my tender skin, but I'd felt it so many times that the feeling was barley painful. In fact, it happened to be rather relaxing.
"Poopsikins~", my mother's sing song voice pierced the now dusk-like night. I rolled my eyes, tossing my head back and groaning noiselessly.
"What is it now, mum?" I yelled out, putting emphasis on the word mum and continuing to stare at the crashing water.
"Your dinner is getting cold sweetie", her voice sounded thick and sweet like honey as she continued, "also, I have something very important to tell you, hun~".
I grunted and got up from the boulder, brushing off the sand from my burgundy sweater.
"Coming," I mumbled. I knew she wouldn't hear, but I still thought it was polite, I guess. I trudged up the sand covered stairs onto my wooden deck to see my mother smiling at me. It was honestly awkward, we just looked eachother in the eyes, something we hadn't done for ages. The moment only lasted for a couple of seconds, but to me it felt like 10 minutes. Me and my mum didn't have the best relationship, when I was young, she wasn't really there for me. She was out whoring around town for more than half of my childhood, so I had to teach myself basic human needs. How to cook myself meals, how to fix the tv when it wouldn't turn on. Y'know, basic shit.
We were still staring at eachother until I broke the silence by letting out a hoarse cough.
"So.. what's for dinner, mum?" I asked in the politest voice I could muster up, faking it so much it sounded uncanny.
It went by unoticed.
She giggled.
"Steak, dear. Now hurry inside, it's getting quite cool out here. I don't want you to catch a cold," she said as she opened the door. She led me to the kitchen, acting like I'd never been in here before.
"Fucking bitch, still babying me at 16," I mumbled into my scarf.
"What was that dear?"
"Nothing," I lied, the venom of my words unfortunately leaking through. Not like she'd notice anyways.
"Good. Now, ready for the big news, Eric?" She said as she pulled out a chair for herself.
"I guess," I grumbled, loud enough for her to hear as I sat down on my own chair.
My world shattered at what she said.
"Were moving!"
