One Last Time

Sequel

We’ve been on the road for the past 6 months and it couldn’t have been more perfect. Each day was a new beginning and every week was a new destination. Our current location is the beautiful Island and the beautiful beaches of the Maldives. We have been here for a week now and neither Winston nor I want to leave. Maybe we could settle down here and take online college courses instead of going to an actual college and staying at a campus. It would still be a unique college experience for both of us. We are renting a small house by the beach. The house includes 2 bedrooms, a huge kitchen, a huge bathroom, a small study, and a direct path to the beach. It also has a garage.

Tonight is a beautiful night to start a fire and sit under the stars on the sand. “Hey Winston, would you please prepare the fire while I make us some tea and grab a wine bottle for later ?” I asked Winston. “Sure,” he said and went to prepare the fire. “Uhm Y/N” Winston called. “Do you maybe want to go for a walk by the beach before we sit by the fire.” “Sure,” I said, “Just let me go make us some tea and grab the wine bottle.” I went inside and started preparing our tea. After that, I grabbed the wine bottle and went outside again. I handed Winston his mug and left the wine bottle in the sand. We walked in comfortable silence. The waves touching our feet, the wind in our hair and the moon, the moon being our only source of light, while the stars are guiding us. I never saw such a clear sky, as today. It felt like you could see through the galaxy. Such comfortable silent walks by the beach reminded me of the many I shared with Monty. We usually went for those walks when one of us needed to get away from home. It didn’t matter who was getting away from what or why we were meeting up late at night by the beach. The only thing that mattered to us is that we could find comfort in one another. We talked about everything and nothing. It was our way of getting everything off our chests, our escape. This reminds me that I really miss him. I really miss Montgomery de la Cruz. My best friend. He wasn’t the most innocent or the calmest person but he still was always there when I needed him. He was afraid to tell me about what his dad did to him because he wanted to protect me. I eventually figured everything out and confronted him. That’s when he finally admitted it. Ever since then he’d stay at my place when he couldn’t stay at Bryce’s. If Monty wasn’t home, he’d either be at my place, at Bryce’s, or at Winston’s.

“Y/N,” I left my trail of thoughts when I heard Winston call me. I turned my face to look at him and smiled. “You were really deep in your thoughts. What’s on your mind?” “I-I just remembered Monty and how much I miss him,” I said. “I miss him too. Our first “hang out” as he liked to call it and “date” as I liked to call it, was at a beach. He took me to the beach and showed me his spot. He told me that you were the only one that knew this spot existed,” I smiled at Winson. “He was very nervous about your “hang out”. He came over to me and was a mess. He didn’t know what to wear or how to behave. He forgot how to breathe. He didn’t even know where to take you.” I laughed. “Monty nervous. I would’ve loved to see that.” Winston said laughing. There was a moment of silence. “He was damaged,” Winston mumbled. “Very,” I said. “His dad would beat him up the moment he sees him. He destroyed him. He refused to tell me about his dad for the longest time possible. He was afraid his dad would beat me up too. Until I figured it out and confronted him.” “He needed a safe place and was and would always be you Y/N. Not just for him but also for me,” I smiled. “He was fragile, vulnerable, and had so much potential, the potential that got wasted,” I said. “I know. Do you want to head back to our fire?” asked Winston. I took the last sip of my tea and Winston handed me his mug and I nodded. “Let’s head back.” I brought our mugs inside and grabbed a blanket. Winston and I cuddled. We laid under the blanket looking at the stars. “You know he cared for both of us and just wanted to protect us.” I nodded. “If only Monty was here. He’d love it here. The beach, the house, or privacy.” “He’d loved it.” “We could stay here if you want,” said Winston. “I’d like that. At least we’ll have a piece of him with us,” I mumbled falling asleep, only minutes later did Winston fall asleep too.