Another day, another snippet. It's not much, but more than I started out with. Thanks Lindsey for giving me the verbal kick in the ass I needed this morning.

And once again, a very happy birthday to mamajo76 :)


Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Creative Original

Rating/Warning(s): T

Notes:
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Prompt: Word Prompt: Chapped Lips


If I live to be a hundred, I will never understand why he did this. What I had done to warrant the shattering of my heart and my dreams.

Everything had been so perfect. We had been planning our wedding, discussing our future only days before. And out of the blue, he came home and told me that he had gotten a job offer in the southwest and was moving there. Yet when I told him it would take a while for me to find another job and leave my existing one, he told me he didn't want me to come with him.

I was devastated.

I learned over the last few weeks that he had been applying for jobs around an area where an old girlfriend of his lived. I'd been nothing more than a rebound for him. A tool… a means to an end… that obviously hadn't worked.

My lips were burning from the crisp salty air whipping against them, the skin of my cheeks tight from the trail of tears that had been incessant as I walked along the shore of the deserted beach in Maine. Of course it was deserted, it was December. That was the point of this little getaway, I thought to myself. I needed to be alone, I was just lucky that I wasn't buried in snow.

I lifted my gaze from the ground and caught sight of a lighthouse in the distance. I'd always heard that the view from one was amazing, and possibly even might offer some perspective for me, far up above the rest of the world.

Climbing over the rigid rocks along the shore, I finally made it to the front door. Fortunately, it wasn't locked and also appeared to be as deserted as the beach. A small cot set in the corner with a rumbled blanket, but everything else appeared to have a layer of dust an inch thick. Untouched.

I walked over to the ladder and began slowly ascending it, taking careful steps in case it had been neglected as much as the rest of the place had been. When I reached the top, the sight before me literally took my breath away.

I gasped sharply at the view of endless ocean, the horizon beginning to fade into shades of pink and blue with the setting sun. The wind was even cooler up here, but as cliché as it sounded, it was also very freeing. I felt on top of the world, where no one and nothing could touch me.

I was so much better than this. I shouldn't settle for being second to anyone. I deserved to be loved and adored for me, not as a replacement for someone else. There was someone out there who would give me just that, I was certain of it.

"Who's there?"

I jumped slightly and turned toward the voice from below, swallowing hard as I heard the heavy footsteps quickly coming up the ladder and the form of a breathtakingly handsome man appearing in front of me.

"It's you," he said gently, his eyes softening.

"Yea. It's me."

Don't ask me where that came from, because I have NO idea haha. Just seemed like a quirky little end to it all. :)