Abby stood on the beach, over looking the water of Long Island Sound when Ice woke up. She wasn't in the mood to be forgotten by someone else. She planned on checking up on her later. It was early dawn, and the sky still was a gray sea of clouds. The wind blew the loose strands of hair back in her braid. She didn't get much sleep in the past days that she could remember; she was exhausted.
As she walked down the shoreline, the sand squished underneath her bare feet. The wet sand felt good to her as it squished between her toes. All she wanted to do now was be alone, to just vanish into nothingness. She couldn't have either of those things, "I know your there." She said and stopped in her tracks. She turned her head slightly and saw a boy with blond hair and lightning blue eyes. He wore a baseball t-shirt and khaki shorts. A golden ring was on his left pointer finger.
"Well, I kinda thought that I would find you here..." Hank said, scratching the back of his head. He jogged to catch up to Abby, the distance between them minimizing with each step; he was bare foot as well. He jogged in front of her so he could look at her, "I get that your having a hard time right now. I also heard about Ice..." He trailed off his words. Abby could tell that he was keeping something from her, and she was determined to find out, "But please, don't start shutting people out again." Abby pushed him aside and kept walking, trying to put distance between him and her, but he kept at it.
"Why don't you leave me alone?" Abby said coldly, her eyes distant and more dark than usual.
"You know I care about you a lot..." Hank started but Abby turned her head around and looked at him. She couldn't believe that she felt a tear streak down her face, after all her efforts of not crying...
"Just leave me alone, okay?" She chocked out and looked at the boy. His eyes were of concern, her eyes were harsh.
"Not okay, I would never leave you alone..." Hank said looking down at her. She stopped and looked at her feet, Hank hugged her from behind.
Plip, plop, plip, plop. All the tears that she had been holding came pouring out. Her lips trembled and her eyes were shut, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..." She repeated softly, her voice whispery. Hank had his arms wrapped around her waist, and his head rested on her shoulder; he exhaled.
Abby turned around looked up at him, "I hate you..." She said, her face a mess of tears.
"I never could hate you..." He said and kissed her, right there, on the lips.