I was instructed to go to Waimea Bay where there's a huge rock to go Cliff jumping. Waimea Bay is on the North Shore of Oahu, Hawaii. The sun was blazing its heat prickling unto my skin. I haven't been under the sun like this for so long.
There were people but not crowded the shoreline was so long that the people walking look so minimal. I followed this group of people who were on their way to climbing the huge rock. I left all my things inside the car, only getting out in my bikini so that I won't forget anything or whatsoever. I climbed the rocks as they did. It was a 10-meter jump. I thought it'd be higher but I'm okay with this. People were looking at the jumper and already had a line-up planned. I absorb the view from the rock, the beauty of Hawaii, the summer breeze that felt right.
I heard a throat clear up beside me. I felt disturbed and only to realize the stranger who stole my taxi is here, again.
"Are you somehow following me?" He rolled his eyes.
"No. Like I said the other day, I don't even know who you are." I hissed back analyzing the edge of the cliff and how I should jump. "How many times should I avoid you? Are you a stalker? Worst case scenario, a serial-killer?"
"Can you just admit that you're stalking me just because I stole your taxi yesterday?"
"You said it wasn't mine anyway. I don't give a damn about the taxi. I arrived here first. So like I said... You're either a serial killer or the real stalker between the two of us." I walked nearer to the line the men were forming to who'll go next.
"This is the 2nd time around. Want to bet we'll meet tomorrow?"
"No, thanks. I don't talk to strangers."
"I'm not a stranger anymore. You've seen me the 2nd time around."
"Yeah, and It ain't appealing at all. Now it's my turn to jump, bye." I wave him off, turning away from him.
The ocean breeze conquered my nostrils. Salt and the sun all consuming me. I positioned myself at the edge, as I rub both my hands and place it on my face to relax. I inhaled, took a step back to jump.
I screamed my heart out as I was falling the cliff and fell unto the deep cold waters of Waimea Bay.
And this is what Hans meant.
No hesitations in jumping into the sea we call life.
Scream if you must, but also live.
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It was refreshing as my skin touched the cold blue water. The violent wind continued to brush my face as I stay afloat. I stare at the hues of the sky. The sky that was ever hardly changing. It might be blue the entire time yet it still had its own beauty. Beauty from beyond and within.
The sun continued blaring its scorching heat, slowly inching my skin into a different tan. Tourists were babbling all their enjoyments in this beach. They were a group of families, friends, and even lovers. Lovers.
I'll forever be grateful for Hansel. No doubt. I know, up there in beyond those skies, he's proud of me. What I've become and what I've done.
This was really my break. Moving on. Prepping myself in getting a new life—without him. We tried to defy all odds. Time was in our favor. And I've accepted things never just go as planned. It's okay.
I closed my eyes and got underneath the water. Saltiness has invaded the bittersweet rosy lips.
Should I jump again?
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His Last Wishes
Pertualangan7 days in Oahu, Hawaii. 6 activities. 2 Letters. Bree Williams' boyfriend, Hansel Bishop, died weeks ago. Turns out he left her a letter instructing her that she's flying to Oahu, Hawaii for a mission she is set to accomplish. And those were his la...
