Hope you like. This is the first fic i've EVER written that didn't involve Kirsten in a major way. So be gentle.
He placed the two notes on his bedside table and slipped out before anyone could notice he was gone. One was for his parents and the other for Summer. They both said the exact same thing. He just thought he'd give them both their own place. He hurriedly scrawled two words on each piece of paper.
"I'm sorry."
He didn't pack much. He knew he wouldn't need it. Not for where he was going. Just enough to tide him by for a few days. Until he reached it. He skateboarded down to the pier. For old times sake. He left his skateboard at the docks. He wouldn't need it anymore.
He sailed through the crashing waves and prayed his Summer's Breeze would make it. He didn't want to sink before he got to where he was going. It wasn't time. Yet. He sat on the edge of his boat and watched the fish swarm below him. He'd always wanted to fish off the side of the boat and cook his catch right there. It was his dream. Now he didn't have time to dream.
He thought of his parents. His father. An older version of him. No he couldn't be. His father was stronger than he was. He could get by in Newport with only his family so why couldn't he? Because he was weak, that's why.
His mother. The woman he adored and had nothing in common with. The only thing he got from her was her temper. "Thanks mom," Seth laughed.
Ryan. The only real friend he ever had. He was supposed to be his brother but he'd abandoned him now. Yet another person who didn't care.
Summer. The only girl he'd ever loved. Ever since he was a kid. From the first moment he'd met her he knew. He replayed the first words he'd ever heard her say.
"I wish I was a mermaid
And was friends with all the fish
And had a shiny tail with seashells..."
When he reached where he was going he docked his boat and sat on the sand. It was a private beach that he and his parents would visit on May 8th every year. The date held no significance at all but they always did it until this year. No one thought of their day at the beach this year. Three days ago Ryan had gone back to the shit hole he grew up in.
Now on the day that only he remembered he sat on the sand and closed his eyes. His right hand, clammy from the cold breeze, clutched the weapon that would put him to rest. His finger curled around the trigger as he held it to his temple. Tears streamed from his eyes and asked God to help whoever found him. He heard voices up the beach and he turned in their direction, "Seth!" his mother's voice rang out through the gust of wind. He simply smiled and pulled the trigger.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will put your hard heart away.
You were so condescending...
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
Photobooth Deathcab For Cutie
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