The salty ocean air flew into my nostrils, the new fresh air
that had just been viciously recycled by the cold British sea. As I stood on
the old brick wall looking out to the shapeless sky, the only thing I could
think about was the single piece of lonely hair trailing down the curved back of
the girl sitting on the beach alone and lost like the piece of hair floating in
the wind. That single piece of hair lost and forgotten.
I started thinking about her life, she could have been
considering the same thing as me and I wouldn’t have known, maybe her situation
was worse and there’s her staring in to the deep, endless ocean nothing else. I
considered walking up to her; The sand between my toes and the rocks digging
into my feet the long walk to get to her. I would sit down slowly. She’d be
startled at first, but then, but then I’d just talk. I’d tell her about my
life, tell her everything, just everything. I’d tell her secrets I hadn’t even told the
people closest to me. For no reason, I
would wonder for years later why that girl. I would never find an answer.
She would tell me how her life was ending and she couldn’t
stop it, she would tell me about how she was the only one left of her family
and how she just wanted someone to talk too. We’d talk for hours nonstop until
the sea starting creeping in on us and we would wonder in the days to come how
time went so quickly. We would have both known it was only for that day we’d
walk our separate ways and live our lives and never talk about the day we had
spent together.
But that only
happened in the movies.
I took one breath of that fresh new sea air and stepped off
the ledge.
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