Six feet from the beach on a night, warm and comfortable.
The waves rolling in slowly, all the stars in the sky.
Quiet, soft music drifting over a lazy breeze.
She was cold and wrapped herself around me,
On a two-foot thick black mat that we sank into,
Forming to our shape.
Our voices and thoughts drifting up into space,
Grand forms and endless possibilities appearing before us as apparitions,
As promises of a greater world.
This night never ended,
It merely ceased to be at the forefront of mind.
Red hair that drifted down to just over her shoulders.
Had that combination of curly and straight that makes it irresistible,
To play with.
And green-brown eyes that always had a spark of life in them.
A pair that could convey much more emotion,
Wants,
Hopes,
And dreams than any word or useless gesture could.
Head rested right between my collar bones.
Top of her head reached the bottom of my chin,
If I was looking right ahead.
But I couldn't.
Look away, that is.
It was the most untainted bliss.
The next day, I drifted like a phantom.
Not there, but not gone.
Places that used to be bright were cloaked in heavy shadows,
That seemed to clutch at me and drag me down.
I was elsewhere.
With her.
My body was no longer its own, no longer contained itself.
Just a shell.
That could not be filled again.
That had only known bliss once.
Hey, y'all. I've been MIA for a while, I know. This story is about Apollo and Rachel, but it's based on one of my closest friend's story of his summer in Curacao. It, too, was the only time he had ever known happiness. I decided this needed to be shared, and share I have. Thank you for the time you took to read this.
-GreekCowgirl