beach//reece bibby

15.4.17

the pale early morning sun, woke me a stupid 5.45 am, but I was alone. I shot up suddenly, wondering if I was living a nightmare, if everything that happened last night was all some romantic dream I had created in my head. Where was Reece?
I threw back on my jumper and undid the zipper to find him sat in the field with his guitar in hand, humming along and trying to find lyrics that fit this song.

I walked over to him and sat down by his side, beaming at him as I did so. He stopped playing his guitar and he decided to compete against me in this whimsical staring contest we had just created.

"you had me worried sick," I finally broke the silence and told him.

"I'm just admiring the view," he spoke, but his eyes would not steer off of me. "you know I'm a sucker for sunsets and sunrises." he smirked, breaking his gaze and picking up his guitar again. He strummed the same chords as he did a moment ago, as he stared into the light peach clouds. I admired the way his fingers moved, and how they could create such a beautiful sound. I also appreciated the light swift breeze, that blew the hair out of his face so I could stare and appreciate him some more.

"you could walk away but I could never let go, I don't know how you did it but I'm set in stone," he sung quietly into the morning air. I wanted to know what I had done to make Reece create these string of lyrics in his head for me, I didn't realise I could have that effect on him.

"are you still writing with George and Blake?" I asked, inwardly kicking myself because he stopped playing the guitar to talk to me.

"yeah, but it's quite difficult for them to portray the same emotion as me, so I've been working on my own stuff too," he nodded.

"what do you mean?"

"Well, they don't share the same feelings I do about you, so how can they write about you when they've only met you a few times?" he teased as he playfully bashed himself into the side of me.

"Reece," I whined, scooting over so I could rest my head upon his shoulder, I was starting to think that it was made perfectly for me, they way my head just moulded so well into the curve of his neck.

"Tell me about her Shy," he whispered in my ear, his hands brushing delicately through my blonde hair.

"she was my best friend," I mumbled into his chest, his hand found comfort on my back as he pulled me closer to him, he knew exactly what to do when he wanted me to feel secure. "I don't think anyone knew what was going on in her head, on the outside you could see that she was broken, but she put on a brave face to stop us all from worrying." I started.

"And River, was he close to her?" he asked and I nodded.

"We all were, everyone loved Misty. It was her boyfriend that had a funny way of showing it. He was violent towards her, she'd come home with bruises and cuts but she'd blame it on all the sports she was doing, we all started to believe her until we started seeing a change in her confidence. I'd walk in on her multiple times and she'd be crying her eyes out."

"Shiloh, I'm so sorry," he mumbled as he took ahold of my hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

"I know it's wrong of me to accuse people, but since she passed we haven't seen any of her boyfriend, in fact he didn't even come to the funeral, no messages, nothing. He moved on pretty quickly too. I just find it so hard to believe that someone could be so wicked towards her. Especially since I've found you, and you've made me reevaluate. You're so kind and gentle, I just don't believe how some boys are the complete opposite. It's like you said the other day, "the only thing worse than a boy who loves you; a boy who hates you," and somehow her boyfriend managed to do both."