It's not often you start a beginning, with an ending.
Before Regan met Asher, life was as simple as it can get. With no parents to give her curfews or rules to follow, she is free to do as she pleases. With a pretty face to go along with her bright personality, Regan has friends all over the small island. Especially J.J. They grew up together, and were inseparable. Lying out on the beach, surfing, causing a little trouble down town, or just laying on her roof watching the stars and listening to the waves. What could get better? Until she meets a tourist. A tourist who would change her life forever.
Life after meeting Asher:
What could be worse? No longer allowed to look, talk, or even be near her friends. No longer allowed to swim, or even be near water. Despite all that, every day Regan found herself waking up and needing, not necessarily wanting, the boy that took over her summer. Asher knew everything about Regan. The good, the bad, the ugly. Regan knew nothing about Asher. But like everything else, oddly enough, that was okay.
Asher leaves unexpectantly, although promising to return next summer. Regan makes a promise of her own: Don't fall in love with anybody else.
The depression wasn't normal. Every day was like turning to a blank page in a book. There was no story to fill up the pages, nothing new happened. Regan was breathing, but dead at the same time. No matter how hard she tried, something inside of her would not allow her to forget Asher. Although her friends slowly forgave her, and J.J became her brother again, it wasn't the same. They could barely get two words out of her, and maybe a smile. Until...
Another tourist comes at the start of the summer. He's beautiful. But he was also a shock to look at. Brody's face structure was identical to Asher's. From the way his eyes were rounded, or his lips were shaped. The physical appearance was completely opposite, however. Having the same face structure wasn't the only thing they had in common.
"I write best when I'm falling in love, or falling apart." He muttered to himself, his gaze was on the guitar he had gently settled into his lap as he traced over the initials 'BJ' on it with his index finger.
"Which one is it right now?" I asked nervously.
He looked up at me with his green eyes only for a split second, soon looking back down. Like he feared I would see the pain painted behind his jade green orbs. But if he already knew I had already saw it.
"Both." He said, finally looking up at me. That's when I noticed the pool of tears for everything that he had left unspoken, with one blink they would be running down his cheeks. And I hope he didn't let them, because I couldn't see him cry. "I love you, and it's killing me."
I bit my lip painfully trying to stop myself from crying. He was the right one, my heart told me when my eyes first landed on him. But he wasn't mine, and that tore me up. Because I craved him to be.
I sighed, "you're breaking my heart billie." I whispered, watching the tears roll down his dull face. "I love you. And loving you feels like some sort of self destruction when I'm not suppose to but my god armstrong I love you." I sobbed.
It seems to be that love could be labelled poison and we would drink it anyways.
I looked at him, the sadness in his eyes felt like it was tearing me up from the inside starting with the heart. But I felt guilty to look away.
"But you know we shouldn't." I said Painfully, he nodded biting his lip. "We should only be friends."
"But friends don't look at each other the way we do."
And I needed him, he was my life line.
And he told me he needed me, he said I was his sanity.
But although it felt we lived worlds against each other, one thing we both knew was. 'I'm fine.' Sounds the same. Even when it's not true
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She loved him more than he would ever know.
And he loved her more than he would ever show.
What a tragedy.
(Little spoiler, but it does end happily I promise.)