I was walking along an unoccupied California beach, the lights of the city bright, challenging the glow of the moon above. The sand was soft and cool beneath my feet. The waves crashed upon the shore repeatedly, the sound soothing me. I'd had another fight with my boyfriend to the breaking point. I know I should be happy, because he had treated me so terribly. On the contrary, I was heartbroken because I had lost someone who had once been dear to me.
I moved to L.A. to get away from my life for a while. Maybe here I will have a chance to start over. Maybe here I will be able to start fresh and move on, apart from my old life, and apart from – Brandon. I sit down in the sand, and stare out into the ocean, thinking. Why did I have to walk into that? A life where you start to question who you are and what you will do with yourself. A life with uncertainty, and a life full of doubt. Why did I fall for Brandon, and why didn't he catch me when I fell? At least now, I am stronger without him. If it wasn't for Brandon, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be chasing my dreams.
I sigh, and stand up to head back towards my new apartment in The Palm Woods. I turn around, surprised to see a figure coming towards me. I accidently collide with the person, and with a gasp, prepare to fall onto the sand. However, that feeling did not come. Instead, I felt a pair of hands behind my back, catching me. The man helped me straiten up, and I heard him speak.
"Whoa are you okay?" He asked.
"I am now, thanks. I'm Taylor. What's your name?" I say.
"Hey, I'm Carlos."
There was a moment of silence, as I processed his name. Carlos. Why did that have such an impact on me? The moment was brief, but Carlos broke the ice.
"So, are you new here?" He questioned.
"Yeah, I just moved into The Palm Woods today." I answered.
He told me he lived in The Palm Woods too, and asked if I wanted to hang out with him sometime. I replied with a "Yeah, sure." and he gave me a piece of paper. It had a phone number and apartment number on it.
"Call me!" He said as he ran away, towards the city. I stared at the piece of paper with Carlos' number on it. Could this be it? Could this be the beggining of my new life?