7 Years Later
Claire remembered the first time she heard John tell her he loved her. They were on the beach, skipping school. It was the last week before it ended for summer. Senior year, the same year they met. She remembered almost every little detail. So did he, but he would never admit it to anyone. It was raining lightly while they walked barefoot on the sand. They sat down on an abandoned blanket, which swirled with colors of the rainbow. They were talking about what they were going to do for college. John seemed to be out of it.
He had wanted to get an apartment and move to Boston. She wanted to go to New York University and maybe visit her brother in France. They were quiet for a while as they realized how far they would be from each other.
"You know," He said clearly cutting the silence.
"We're gonna be really far away from this town and all of its shit."
"I know." She spoke quietly.
"But, we're also gonna be far from our friends and each other."
"I know."
It was silent again. Faintly they could hear birds chirping in the trees on the other side of the beach.
"This is going to be kind've hard for me to say." He said slowly. She clung to every word.
"Oh, what will that be?" She said in a slightly sarcastic voice.
"I love you." He looked to her eyes hoping to find her answer in them. She smiled.
"I love you too, John."
