"you have to let me go, or I'll never be able to walk away."
I never thought those would be my last words but that's how it ended. He never really let me go, so here I am. Telling you the whole story, from beginning to end. Here we go
People cling to affection like oxygen. It's natural because no one wants to end up alone and vulnerable, but Im different. I am not vulnerable, not now not ever. I don't let people in so they can't dig into all that hurts and make it consume me. Then I met him, and like in every 80's movie ever, I got the guy. But they don't have sequels to those movies so you never know if they stay together. In this world you could be diagnosed with A terminal illness today or be hit by A train tomorrow. It doesn't matter, all it proves is that nothing is predictable, not even the weather. So I guess I was the only living sequel. I might've gotten the guy but we never got married or sat on A porch drinking tea. We sat on the beach once and that is where I am now, with him. He never leaves, he holds me and I write this story. I am happy now but I still watch him live out the rest of his life. I left him behind that night and I will never forget his eyes when I slipped away.
Him
I don't feel much anymore, not after her death. They say she watches me and that she's my guardian angel but I should be protecting her. I would give all that I am just to swap places with her. The night she closed her eyes I swear part of me went with her. When I dream I see her sitting on that beach we went to once what was it called?
Her
Winters wharf. Even the name sets you heart alight once you know the story behind it.
YOU ARE READING
Once We Sat On The Beach
RomansaNot every story gets the ending it deserves. And as she watches him down on earth, she writes about them and then she writes the sequel. No one ever said she would live to see it unfold and I guess they were right.
