❝Sometimes it's better to let them go,
even if the truth hurts
and my bitter truth was that he left in the winter,
I hope he found his spring.❞
When 18-year old, Zoe Lunette, finds herself sitting with a boy, at the edge of a cliff she rea...
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In response, a dimple formed on his cheek, as he smiled rather gleefully.
As we continued to stare at each other smiling like we were drunk, I couldn't understand but I felt like I was forced to see him in a new limelight, that I never thought I would consider.
"Come on, we need to get going now. It's really late and we wouldn't want the camp authorities to start looking for us", he said before a bright white light flashed at us.
I quickly closed my eyes and involuntarily ducked, getting closer to him.
What is wrong with me? I never got flustered for being with a guy. And especially what is wrong with me? I keep getting close to him, like physically. I don't like this.
"The lighthouse," he whispered quietly staring intently, behind me.
Quickly straightening myself, I urged him to follow me towards the camp.
I held onto his hand to prevent myself from slipping and falling. As much as I was an adventurous person, fear has struck me since I slip on ice, not once but twice in the same minute. As silly as it sounds, it has indeed become a fear of mine. Along with clowns.
I slowly lowered myself gripping onto his hand. I would rather crawl down this thing than walk over it. Climbing up is easy, unlike the getting down part.
I should've remembered this before settling down and talking about the creation of the universe.
My legs were shivering and I held onto him like my life depended on him but I wouldn't admit that to him.
Me being me, I wanted to make sure he didn't think I was scared so I naturally tried to bluff my way through.
"I'm just holding your hand because you are scared of the dark, okay?"
"You don't have to say anything, Zoelle", he replied.
Not many have called me by my full name but for some reason, it sounded perfectly alike to how my grandfather calls me, I'm not calling him old but it felt warm and nice.
"Do you know the legend of the lighthouse?" he asked out of the blue like his thought just appeared out of nowhere like the luminescence.
"If it involves mermaids then I know," I retorted back.
He just stopped walking altogether and I had to halt too otherwise I would've toppled over the damn cliff and joined the party with my brother.
Speaking of my brother, he told me that the 'swinging ball accident' as he liked to put it, was an intentional act of revenge which left me seeking revenge to sabotage those few unlucky people who would have to face the wrath of a small brunette like me.
My mind was void of thoughts, cursing whoever that was. Once my brother calmed me down, my first thought was,
Oh! Nemesis, Goddess of Revenge. Lady, you better make an appearance in my dreams and give me some ideas.
After I could seek my mind in the right direction, I asked him to give me the details of the person but he refused saying he didn't want me to join the 'party'.
Basically, he didn't want me to break a few ribs.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when Augustus actually did snap his fingers near my face. I flinched back at the sudden action.
I took a step back, stepping over a small rock that I lose my balance. I pathetically started flailing my arms to grab him. My heartbeat rose so high I could feel it thumping against my chest but in that moment none of it mattered because all I wanted was to be saved.
His hands roughly grabbed my arms and he pulled me closer to him, his body. My heartbeat was rising and my neck and face started to feel hot. My fingers were trembling from fear and I clenched and took ahold of his black shirt in my fisted hands.
I loudly gasped for air twisting his shirt, crumpling it under my stronghold. I wasn't able to straighten my legs and stand on my feet. I was scared of losing balance again, and for now, resting in his arms is a better option.
"Hey... sh... it's okay. You are safe. I won't let you fall," he said running his hand soothingly over my hair.
"Don't ever do that, ever again," I said as rage slowly took over my body but it quickly extinguished as fast as it came when he began rubbing my back.
Now I just wanted to let go and free myself, so I wriggled out and held a hand over my heart in attempts to slow down my heartbeat. It wasn't that I didn't like the close contact but I didn't want to make myself dizzier.
There was a deafening silence in my ears and it was as if something was blocking me. It's usually the same as I feel when I get up suddenly from a sleeping position. In that moment I know if I don't sit down, I'm going to crumble like Rome did.
My vision darkened and the cool breeze hit my cold skin. I involuntarily shivered and collapsed on the inclined ground trying to regain normality.
"Zoe. Zoe! Brace yourself. Look at me. Look at me, Zoe. Goddamnit, Focus. Don't lose your focus," he shouted sounding desperate.
He began slapping my cheek to keep me awake but the last thing I remember was his dark silhouette hovering above me as a warm hand tenderly clasped the cold skin of my face.
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