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Chapter 10

Colton and I were filming how we were faking our so-called getting along by the beach in a windy afternoon.

Colton was setting up the camera, "Scar you're wearing skimpy clothes you look like a whore."

"Shut up, put a shirt on," I said back.

I was wearing shorts and a halter top that may seem to show too much skin, but I could care less.

And this narcissistic jerk had no shirt on.

Still not interested.

"Scarlet, smile," way to go Colton, nice acting.

I smiled at the polaroid he was holding. The bad boy had these kind of stuff? Looks funny to me.

He clicked the shutter and waited for the film to be printed then handed the empty film to me, "shake it."

I did as he said and carefully was my face showing in the film, I look happy, but I'm actually broken in the inside "It's beautiful, thank you, Zachary."

Just so you know, we got used to calling ourselves by our second names. And I don't even feel weird about it.

"Keep it," he said.

Still staring at the polaroid, "I know, thanks," I replied.

He smirked, "I don't want to keep that face of yours in my photography room, Scar."

"Ouch," I feigned hurt. Then I suddenly changed my expression, "The feeling's mutual, jerk," I smirked back.

"Feisty, now, are we?" He teased.

"Always, my Zach," I teased back.

"I'm your Zach," he winked.

I grimaced, "I can't take this act anymore, stop the video or I'll destroy your camera."

He did as I said so.

"Did we just flirt?" We said in unison, our faces in disgust.

"E to the w," I complained, lightly slapping my self to make sure if that just happened.

Colton put this palm in his head, "I hate this," we were now walking, and then he kicked the sand.

"I hate this more," I argued.

"No, I mean, this feeling when you lose someone," he said quietly.

Oh.

Is he gonna cry?

No way is he going to break down in front of me.

I waited for it but gladly he didn't.

"I feel you," is what I only managed to say.

"Scar, wear my shirt," out of nowhere, he said.

"What's wrong?" I asked confusedly.

"I told you those clothes are too skimpy and those guys over there are staring at you like a piece of meat," he leaned in closer to make it not obvious that he's warning me.

"Do you wanna get raped for what you're wearing?" He added.

"I, uh, thanks," I grabbed his shirt then put it on. It looks big on me but whatever.

"Better," he smiled. And we sat near the seashore, waiting for the sun to come down.

"I've never seen a sunset I've never fallen madly in love with," I told him.

"Yeah," and he looked straight in to my eye.

"Take a picture of it," and he did.

I say Colton takes the most stunning pictures ever, "I'll keep this, okay?"

"Sure," he shrugged.

"You've studied photography?" I asked.

"Yeah, before, but I stopped since I'm already a pro," he smiled.

Smiled. Not smirked.

I think my heart skipped a beat. Not.

"You ruined the mood, is the camera on?"

"I'm just stating the truth, princess, and yes it is."

"Good," I stared back at the heart stopping view.

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

"Coming to wha-"

Oh yeah. Their last day.

"I'll think about it," I said in a sad tone.

"I'll fetch you."

"I said I'll think about it."

He hesitated, "I'll fetch you."

And that's the last conversation we had before he drove me home.

***

It's the last day of Cassandra and Lyndon's funeral.

I've been staring at myself in the mirror for thirty minutes now. My mind is debating whether I should come to where Cassandra and Lyndon is or stay at home and mourn.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Miss, are you coming to their last day?" Macy, the maid said.

I hesitated but, "A-alright, I'll be there in ten."

I quickly went over my dressers to find something to wear.

I thought of wearing my black hoodie and my black pants, I don't want to dress pretty for a friend's burial, I mean, who would want to, right? Then I quickly wore my pair of white Converse and some beanie I found in whatever drawer I pulled.

I don't look like the usual Acacia. But this is it. I am ready to see them for the last time.

In the living room was Colton patiently waiting for me. Well this is unexpected. His expression is blank and dressed casually as well. I think we both feel the same way, don't we?

"Hi," I said inaudibly.

He nodded, "ready to go?"

"I guess," I said looking down.

The ride to the cemetery was agonizingly long. It was sad and awkward at the same time.

And then there they were. Those young two lovers whose life was taken too early.

***

Second update for the day since I'm trying to make it up to you guys xx

C

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