Is it love? Grace's story 🔞 Adam or Owen?

Love 💕

Love, love comes in different forms, love of a parent, friend, brother sister, close family or a distant relative, even friends.

Love is sometimes simple, straight forward, unconditional, but sometimes things are never that straight foward. 

As a child I learnt to love, not only the people around me but creatures too, I learnt to love life, the books which open the possibility of entering another world, and most of all the environment around me, from the sky to the sea, the waste of which people unconvincingly decide to destroy, instead of recycling, or just not even care as long as they have money in there pockets.

I love the beach, the sea the smell of the ocean, which can't be explained properly unless you see it smell it and even feel the sand move between your toes.

I love to sit and watch the sun rise and set over the sea, I love the way the light bounces over the oceans.

A picture could never do it enough justice. And the view can be mesmerising for hours. 

I still remember the 1st time I really took a good look and really let it integrate into my mind.

As I sit on the beach at long island, my feet in the soft golden sand, I sit at the edge of the water, letting it gently lap back and forth over my feet. I try to forget my worries, this is the one place I had always managed to do so.

I had decided to ring in sick for once at carter Corp and go surfing for the day, I was relaxed my mind drifting off to the past, my father surfing my brother building sandcastles and my mother layout on a towel sunbathing with one of her books.

I take a deep breath, of sea air not ready to move from the spot i sat in. I was beginning to feel more comfortable here, to the point i closed my eyes, taking it all in.

??? can I join you? Says a male voice recognise.

As I jump up, I had let my guard for more than an hour, something I got use to not doing.

I was just about to leave I say grabbing my towel from the sand where I had sat, as I looked up.

I think we need to talk, he says, grabbing my wrist.

Owen please... I say whispering trying to yank my wrist free.

Pub across the road, he points, we can sit out and talk, I won't take no for an answer Grace.

I rub my lips together feeling unable to say no, fine one drink your buying, I say as he smirks at me, I feel uneasy but I'm not sure why.

As we move towards the street, I stop at the van grabbing my hoodie and thowing my towel into the back where I had placed my surfboard, before slipping my keys into the lock making sure it was secure.

Worried about your van Owen snigger.

No, just my surfboard, the only thing I care for, he nods wiping the smirk of his face, seems he wasn't expecting that answer.

So what do you wanna talk about ? I ask as we cross the road towards the pub.

I will grab the drinks 1st, he says, now avoiding looking into my eyes, seems I make him nervous but god knows why.

Fine, I so crossing my arms across my chest, take a seat

pint? He asks quickly I just nod, as he leave I take a seat, I can still see the sun setting over the sea from here the colour burst out from the reflection, gaining my focus.

Only realising Owen has returned is when I smell his cologne 1st, he doesn't speak just takes a seat placing my pint in front of me a taking a look at what had captured my attention.

What do you wanna talk about Owen? I'm guessing you didn't just wanna sit here in silence watching the sunset with me, drinking beer all evening.

Your right grace, I feel his gaze fixated on me, making my heart best speedup.

I turn towards him trying not to blush like a teenager.

We've met before. He says.

Yeah at my uncles restaurant. He sighs.

You know we met before that.

I shake my head, nope I don't think so, I say quickly, trying to look away but he grabs my chin so i look at him. 

I know you remember me, so stop trying to lie, I saw the picture in your uncles office.

What picture? There are plenty in there.

Grace, he says his voice seems deeper as he gazes straight into my eyes as I try to look down. You been lying for so long that I don't even think you know what truth and lies are really reality. I pick up my beer chugging 4 large glup's. 

I don't lie, I never have, I just avoid answering, this I don't want to talk about. I blurt out unable to stop the words rolling off my tongue. I try to remember to breath, I tap my fingers against the table and my knee jerking up and down.

Owen leans forward and whispers in my ear, do I make you nervous? He leans slightly back watching my expression.

If you and Adam are no longer together, I would like a chance to remind you of our past. His smirk I see is back on his face.

I stand up abruptly, I have to go, I have things to do before tomorrow.

Oh yes the gigs, I shall see you there, Adam invited me along side matt, I'm looking forward to seeing you play again darling. As i try to leave, he grabs my arm.

Don't I get a goodbye at least?

I shake my head, feeling like he's getting to me, goodbye Owen, I say but he's still has hold of my arm.

He kisses my cheek, to be continued darlin, he tells me, as he release my arm, picking up his pint, I feel his eyes follow me as I exit and make my way towards my van.