Message In A Bottle
Chapter 4: Gold Spray
The grave site rested against a small rock peak overlooking the ocean. Volkner, in all the years he visited her, never once faced the silvery stone. Instead, the gym leader stared out into the ocean for hours. Every time he visited it seemed as though the waves settled in respect. In all of those years, Volkner could not face her, but only speak to her about how things in life continued.
"Today a trainer from Kanto challenged me. He won a gym badge."
Evening's clock struck; the sun began to melt away in the breeze.
"Today I also found a patch of white roses behind the gym. Well, actually," he paused and pondered, "I believe they were just weed flowers, but just as amazing as any rose." Drawing in a steady breath, he continued, "I would have brought you some, but I know you wouldn't like that."
The breeze that flew through his hair became dazzled with a golden spray from the ocean. Something in his peripheral vision, however, caught Volkner's attention. Stretching, the blonde leaned back; his head made contact with the lap of someone dear to him. He knew this for a fact.
"I know you miss her, Volkner, but it's late." He smiled half-heartily, becoming in sync – in tune – with the person. Standing on his feet, in the cool, night dew grass, Volkner slid his hand and tangled his fingers with Skylar Paxton.
"Then let's head home, Sky."