She got up and walked over to the balcony edge, leaning over as far as she could. Mist covered the horizon line, muffled blues and purples merged as one. The sound of the sea loudly lapping against the rocky shoreline and closing her eyes her imagination flew across the ocean, onto a deserted beach, somewhere far away from the town she so regretfully lived in. Mid thought the girl was interrupted by a voice, shouting, although he was sat almost right beside her,
“It’s getting late, I’ve gotta be in soon Faith” Pause.
“Ok, you can go if you want. I’m not really very good company today am I? Sorry.” She sighed, without looking at him. Tears filled her distant blue eyes as she stared far out to sea.
“Well, do you mind if I go now?” came the answer, he now stood right beside her, no longer needing to shout above the crashing of waves.
“No, don’t worry. I’ll see you tomorrow.” As the boy walked he turned, outstretching his arms ready to embrace her. A moments hesitation then he slipped his arms round her waist, yet hers stayed by her side.
“Proper hug!” exclaimed the boy, a trace of hurt in his voice. She wrapped her arms round him, resting her head on his shoulder and wishing never to let go. Finally she let her arms fall down to her side and smiled gently at the boy who she has once adored and loved with all her heart.
“See you tomorrow,” he stated,
“Maybe.” And with that he was gone.
Hidden by the dark evening sky she walked, cautious of every movement around her. Silhouettes of people ahead became visible as they walked under street-lights, most with frozen hands stuffed into pockets as they tried to warm them. Faith continued, staring downwards at the darkened pavement beneath her feet, occasionally looking up to check she was still going the right way. The sound of the waves echoed louder than before, yet it seemed to ease her fear as she passed dark alleys and doorways along the seafront. Slowing down she carefully placed each foot in front of the other, stumbling slightly. She stopped directly under a street-light and rolled back her jacket sleeve,
“6. 45” she spoke aloud, then hid the watch back. Embarrassed that someone heard her she looked around, turning a whole 360 degrees. No-one was there. No-one except a homeless tramp, sleeping in a near by shelter, but to her, and everyone else in the world that was all he was….a no-one, unimportant and insignificant. There was a bench a few meters away, she inspected it with her hands. It’d been raining most of the day so the bench was soaked but she didn’t care. As the girl sat and listened to the sea, leaning back against the hard stone wall behind, old memories filled her thoughts making tears fall from her closed eyes. Happier times, laughter and unforgettable smiles. Times with friends she had long forgotten, or those she still knew but had changed so dramatically that she barely knew them at all anymore. Small raindrops fell onto her head, startling her. Checking her watch again the girl realised that she only had a few minutes to reach the bus stop. Picking up her pace she almost ran to the roadside, waiting for a kind driver to stop and let her cross. Finally the road became deserted as she went over and sat in the bus shelter. Only a few days before she had sat in the very same shelter mocking her friends and giggling like the immature school girl she often tried to hide. At last the bus came, showing her ticket she sat on the third seat back. Depression came sweeping over her, sucking out her energy, making her unable to move. Staring out the window for the whole of the journey, tears fell silently down her reddened cheeks as thoughts turned back to old memories.
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