Zoey
So the only guy who had ever though of me as kissable rather than revolting left my life as quickly as he came into it. I could deal with that. I could deal with missing him, wishing for him, and going through every if-only imaginable. But I could not deal with not being able to say goodbye to him.
There was nothing I could do though. It was up to him.
Feeling the soft sand under my bare feet made me feel lonely. I would never watch him let Halifax sand sift through his toes as lightening cut the sky, the world alive with a spring storm. I would never next sit on the beach again, freezing, and see him come out of the water with an innocently happy smile, the ocean waves lapping against his legs.
The sun was setting.
From then on, every time the sun set would be the end of another day without him.
I didn't know why I was so sad.
But I dropped to the ground, hugging myself weakly, and began to cry.
Sean
I had just beaten Tamira for the sixth consecutive time at foosball. She didn't seem to mind, judging by the way that she laughed even when she was losing.
"Feeling any better?" she asked, absentmindedly spinning the handles.
"Agh, yeah, I guess," I replied.
"Good. It can only get better from here, Sean," she told me, with a small smile. "I've got some studying to do though, so I'll see you later, all right?"
"All right." I smiled. "Thanks, T."
I found myself standing on the deck where she had almost kissed me and I had stopped her. It was the last place I had seen her, and I couldn't stop picturing her walking with such painful pride. Away from me, always away from me.
Then I remembered the way she had held on to me when we were swimming. She had trusted me. Her hands on the back of my neck and her body so close to meā¦And then we watched the storm together, protected by the sand dune, not caring about anything else because we had found each other.
Maybe I couldn't see her again. But I was going to go down to the beach and say goodbye to the memories it held.
Zoey
Who are you in love with?
Imagine the light in their eyes when they smile at you and imagine never seeing it again.
Why had I let myself get so wrapped up in him? I knew from the start he couldn't stay; I couldn't follow; we would most likely never see each other again.
But he made me fall in love with him and I hated him for it as I cried.
Guys never liked me and the ones that did were losers. Why did he have to come in to my life? Why did the one guy that was so amazingly different from all the others have to be the one that would break my heart just by caring about me? Why did I have to be given a taste of the love that I was missing out on, only to have it taken away? Why did Sean have to go?
Stars dotted the twilight like fireflies, but I was not ready to go home. My mother knew where I was. And I felt him a little better sitting next to the ocean.
I had been crying now for a half-hour off and on, unable to find the strength to move. I felt heavy and lost and dizzy and small and confused.
Stuck in this stupid fisherman town, stuck in loneliness, stuck in love, stuck
"Hey dollface."
