You, Me and the Sea

Hello again lads and laddies,

I'm finally back with a new story. I'm high key embarrassed that This Girl is the only work on my profile. People will think I'm a massive noob (which I am, but not to such a large extent). Anyway, this story used to be A Million Miles From You, before I took it down and decided to publish a better, funner and more sensible story with the same plot, fewer characters, and different scenes. 

I have a few little disclaimers before we begin, though:

1. I'm not a surfing expert. I've never surfed in my life. So please point out any errors I make in the comments/via PMs, I could really use some help. Don't be afraid of coming off mean, either. I'll fix everything up. 

2. I apologise for any plot holes in this story, and the overall cliche theme throughout it. It hasn't been fully planned yet - pretty much only the very beginning and the end, so I'll see how I go :) 

Preface

My tears fell straight from the edge of my nose and onto the grass below, moisture seeping into the soil. I wish I could melt straight into the ground with them. Then I'd be with the person lying below me, and being dead was as good a getaway from the hurt I was feeling.

How dare he do this to me.

How dare he leave me like this, at the very worst time he could.

Did he feel bad? I doubted it.

My heart had only done it once before - broken into a million pieces, I mean.

I'd never have my best friend back.

So, I stared at the gravestone, tears still leaking from the ducts in my eyes. If he hadn't come up to me that day in the corridor... Would I have been so hurt? If I hadn't needed anyone to talk to and they left, just like that?

I wasn't meant to be thinking of him right now. I should focus on what's right in front of me.

But it was done. Everything was done. The only thing left to do was walk away.

And that's exactly what I did.