(from now on there are cursive parts and those are written in Edge's POV, Bec's POV is written normal)
Bec. Not again, after all these years I should be over her. I told her we'd stay in touch, but I never answered her emails or text messages. But no matter what I still dream of her, and there's something I have to give her. Here I am, in Sydney and I know that Bec is working for Blue Water High these days. The drive there isn't long. This could be my opportunity, if I wasn't so scared to face her after all this time.
I can remember everything about her: the way she smelled, the way she shook her hair, the way her hair fell over her arm when she was bored in school, the way her voice sounded when she was annoyed of me and that feeling when we first kissed.
But does she still thinks of me? Maybe I shouldn't bring back old memories.
(Same day just a little later)
This can't be true. I walk around trying to get my thoughts sorted and yet all I see is his face. Not in my mind, no, his face is all over town on those signs about the surfing contest in Sydney next week. He's the star of it and I actually wanted to go there. But how can I if I always have to worry about whether I might cross his path? Or knowing that I want to cross his path so badly that I can't think of anything else? I have to admit he's still handsome, this curly hair, those gorgeous eyes. Oh no, now I all ready see him standing just across the street. I really should go for a surf. If nothing helps, surfing is the answer.
Oh my gosh, that can't be her. This must be a weird trick from this odd brain of mine. Here I am wandering around in Blue Water, trying to collect all my braveness to finally face her after all these years and there she is, just across the street. It must be her, that dreamy look in her eyes, the same brown soft curly hair, the little smile I love so much. She's looking over with a sad expression in her eyes. Please don't go! Please just stay there! Please don't turn around.
"Bec!" I hear myself scream out for her.