My Better Half
I grabbed a towel from the hall closet before walking out the door of my apartment. I needed to get out, too many people were trying to reach me. Too many knew where I lived. I knew I was missed, but I didn't care, it just fueled my drive to get out. I was currently staying in Big Lagoon,California. I left because every single one of the pack had imprinted or fallen love, they all found their other half; while I was stuck in the sidelines. Feeling as if I would be alone forever, becoming a cat lady. I just couldn't handle it any more, so I broke out, and left. I had my cell phone and I told a few people were I was heading. I just told them south.
I walked down the hall; two flights of stairs; the lobby; and out the front door. I crossed the street and headed to the beach. I found a nice spot away from the crowd. I set down the towel and laid down. The sun felt wonderful on my skin, it had a nice lulling type of comfort. One of the only things that was warm to me. I soon drifted off to sleep, the waves and sun creating a nice lullaby.
"Watch out!" Someone screamed pulling me out of my deep slumber. I didn't move out of the way quick enough, because someone tripped over me. Falling on top of me. The was an awkward struggle to get up.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" The man told me getting up and offering me his hand. I didn't take it and stood up my self. "I really am sorry," the man said politely. I brushed the sand of my hands and looked into the man's face, about to tell him off. But when I saw his face I was speechless. His hair was a dark black that fell into his face. He shook his head, and his hair moved out from in front of his eyes. What I saw took me back in surprise, again, he had eyes that were such a light blue, the almost looked white.
I felt vulnerable when I looked at him, like I needed his help. In any other situation I would have been angry with him for making me feel this way; but he made it seem like the most comfortable feeling in the world.
I looked him up and down, you could say I was checking him out. I saw his muscular arms and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have him hold me in those arms, I smiled at the thought. He had a very tone stomach and runner like legs. His skin was tanned but still not as dark as mine.
"I'm Zachery and I am sorry." When I didn't say anything he said:
"Um, are you okay?" he asked, smiling a bit at me.
I smiled back, "Yeah, I'm Leah," and I think I found my better half.