The Drive {on going}

Ten

"Desiree, what're you doing out here? It's late, our moms are gonna be pissed." said Cyrus, a boy with ratty auburn hair and eyes like a brine lake.

"Exactly." I said as I stretched out on the damp sand. The tide had gone down and left the sand to the even colder winter air. It was like jumping into a bed that had been cooling and waiting for you all day. Cyrus tugged at me with more urgency and reaches out his hand. "Come on you've had you're fun, let's go; please?" I groan and grab onto his arm. "Thank you,"
I pull him to the ground, earning me a swift sandy slap. He relaxes and we sink into the silence, almost forgetting we need to head back for dinner in ten minutes. If you focused hard enough you could hear the breeze whistling and the waves slosh against the shore.

"Are you still going to that school, Dez?"

"What do you think?"

He switches over to his side, resting his head on his hand. "I wish I could come with you." He says. I can tell he's trying to memorize each detail of my face, I know because I do the same. "Me too," Cyrus leans over me. It's so quiet; I can hear him inhaling and exhaling through his nose. His nervousness more apparent as he breathes faster and faster. I put my hand on his cheek, we look at each other, longingly. Cy was the odd one out, he liked to call himself right-brained. He could paint masterpieces, incredible works of art that perfectly reflected the complexity of his soul. Unfortunately, not everyone could see what I could see. Like his "left-brained" family and my mother. Mommy didn't want to risk failure running through the veins of her grandchildren. I tried to fight, but it was a losing battle.
I push his head away and he falls on his back. "But you're not half as smart as me." I say, reaching for a lock of his hair. He chuckles and grabs my hand, he presses it against his face. "You're not wrong, as always." He grips my hand harder. "Now lets go!"
He springs both of us up, he starts running towards our beach houses; dragging me along. "You tricked me! Damn it Cy, I'm lightheaded. Can you at least go slower?"

He stops abruptly and turns to look at me. Cyrus brushes my hair out of my face, and takes it in both of his hands. He looks around, I hear him mutter "please please" under his breath. His face lights up and he looks me deep in the eyes.

"Not even time will stop me from slowing this moment down and savoring every second."

We kiss.

Cold droplets fall upon my forehead, taking me away from my dream and back to my nightmare.

I cry again, silently. Stifling my weeps and sniffles, keeping from waking up my demons.

"Oh Cy," I whisper into into my hands, wishing he could hear me.

"Where are you? What have you been doing?"

"Why did we have to go back into that house?"