Chapter Five
Willows POV
It turns out I needed that advice. About a week later, a few days before we were supposed to leave, Rory woke me up at about 11pm, when everyone was asleep. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs by the door in ten minutes." He said with a magical Flint in his eyes. I pulled on a white fleecy cardigan and jeans with a deep red tank top before running a brush through my bed head and tip toeing down the stairs, minding the creaky step. Rory was stood by the door , his hair slightly ruffled and holding a wicker basket. "Trust me," he said "you're going to want to see this." I slipped on my flip-flops and followed him out the door.
When we got to the sandy beach , I stopped in my tracks. The sky was breath-taking! A mixture of pink, orange, red and yellow, cloudless. The beautiful sunset reflected off of the clear blue waves that lapped against the sand. The beach was clear and the footprints washed away by the tide. "I wish I'd brought..." I trailed off as I turned around and saw Rory holding out my camera, a canvas and a paint palette. I gave him a massive hug, took a picture and then started painting the beautiful, breathtaking skyline, cuddled up with Rory on the sand.
Rory's POV
We sat like that for hours, I watched Willow paint. It's mesmerising. She gets lost in her own little world, a world of tranquility. She gets the cutest dazed look on her face and I just love to watch her...
At about 1:00am, we got up and walked back to the house. I silently opened the door but a gust of wind slammed it shut. I curse under my breath. "Willow, go upstairs," I whispered "I don't want you to get into trouble as well."
"Well, I think it's pretty obvious we've been out," she says, holding up the painting. It was us, silhouettes in the magical sunset. "Anyway, since when have I let you get into trouble without me."
"I love you." I whispered in her ear.
"I love you more..."she whispered in reply, and we tiptoed back to our rooms.
Rye's POV
As we all stand at the train station, saying our goodbyes, I scroll through the pictures I've taken during our stay. They,re mostly of Rory, Finn and I but there's one I don't remember taking. it's of me and my dad barbecuing the day after we'd talked in the kitchen. Annie comes up behind me and says "I took that picture, you both looked so happy."
"Thanks," I reply "You,re a lot more sentimental than finn."
She laughs in her soft voice "Yeah, he got his dad's sarcasm." There's a rumbling noise behind us "Looks like your trains here."
"Thanks," I replied "For everything."
"No problem," Annie said "See you next year Rye."
Then I got on the train and we all waved goodbye out of the clear glass windows.