I continue to run after her down the beach, laughing as we keep on running as fast as we can; which I have to admit, she is a fast runner. I'd run after her till the end of the world if I have to—I'd do it, for her and myself.
''Slow down,'' I say, trying to catch my breath.
''Why are you so slow?'' She laughs, taking a few steps towards me; watching as I press both of my hands on my knees, wanting to breathe properly. Yes, I said that I would run till the end of the world for her but god damn, that shit is hard as fuck, it's almost making me hesitate.
''Why are you so fast?'' I raise an eyebrow, sighing.
Emma finds this all as a bloody joke as she keeps on laughing before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking her head in disagree—turning to look at the water. Both of her eyes are lightening due to the sunlight shining brightly into her eyes, showing a more of a lighter brown.
Then, all of a sudden, I am left to find her sitting onto the sand as she continues to watch the waves. It's quite cute to watch her be so mesmerised by the waves and the wind, I can't help but smile to myself, watching her.
''Is it so easy to be that mesmerised by something?'' I ask.
She turns to look at me, her cheeks heating up by the sun. ''It depends on how much you love that something. If it's your passion or meaningful to you then, yes, it's that easy.'' She replies, staring deeply into my eyes without a single blink interrupting our gaze; it's sincerity.
''You know, I used to be terrified of beaches because I had a terrible experience when I was a kid,'' She smiles, ''I swear I could've died—it was awful,'' She adds, chuckling.
''What happened?'' I ask, gesturing for her to go on.
''I drowned and they had to take me to the hospital. That was also the first time I saw dad crying his eyes out, it was pretty funny but hey, he thought he'd lost me,'' She explains, making both of us smile at the story. Maybe Emma's right, we should spend some time just sitting and talk about our past, our lives and what we went through.
Maybe, that is the only way for us to feel close.
''I'd be living the rest of my life all by myself if you didn't survive so, I'm more than glad that you did,'' I joke, which causes her to roll her eyes as she tries to push me away.
''Eh, so tell me more about you. These past months have been all about me and now it's time for me to know about you. About your past, anything,'' I add, stating the truth. It'd be great to actually feel like I know her better than anyone else because then, I'd feel hers.
''Where to begin?'' She smirks, raising an eyebrow.
me everything,'' My
I still have both parents and that my life was complete but they didn't know that I'd stayed up at night just to hear them argue,'' She starts
a waste of time to try,'' She stops for awhile, ''I don't know what happened or how it happened but they just lost it,
interest?'' I ask, staring
they have a better relationship being friends than being partners. Like now, they're just friends, they feel like that's the best choice. I'm glad that mum found a man to make her feel alive
high school
team? American football,'' I
the movies,'' She says. ''They met
knowing that she would want her parents to last forever. Everyone would want that. Just by the way she speaks about them, it
right?'' She raises an eyebrow and I can't help but agree, due to the fact that, now those kind of relationships rarely last. They always end
proposed on her graduation day,''
make their relationship better, until marriage. Even though it all ended with a divorce, the memories are still fresh; probably in both of
never be a second true love.
story. I'm more than thankful to say that I can't thank them enough to have you as their daughter because if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have met you—life would
some sort
that I can't explain. There is just something about her that makes me want to keep on ranting and just be proud of but I can't, I don't know what
that they've brought
you're a sweet talker, aren't you?'' She
not much to tell about me. You've heard it all, from my parents, my biological father, my past. It's just making me feel awful due
how it sounds bizarre but you deserve it, Emery. I swear you do,'' Emma tries her
to meet him,'' I mutter under my
died in a car crash, with no intention of leaving her or me—he loved her,'' I add. Almost
you and mother. Both. He would never leave you two for any reason at all because like you said, he loved her. He would've loved you too if
fact,'' I
matters now. Your father, both of them, would want you to live a happy life instead of just thinking about them, I'm sure,''
Emery
I continue to run after her down the beach, laughing as we keep on running as fast as we can; which I have to admit, she is a fast runner. I'd run after her till the end of the world if I have to—I'd do it, for her and myself.
''Slow down,'' I say, trying to catch my breath.
''Why are you so slow?'' She laughs, taking a few steps towards me; watching as I press both of my hands on my knees, wanting to breathe properly. Yes, I said that I would run till the end of the world for her but god damn, that shit is hard as fuck, it's almost making me hesitate.
''Why are you so fast?'' I raise an eyebrow, sighing.
Emma finds this all as a bloody joke as she keeps on laughing before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking her head in disagree—turning to look at the water. Both of her eyes are lightening due to the sunlight shining brightly into her eyes, showing a more of a lighter brown.
Then, all of a sudden, I am left to find her sitting onto the sand as she continues to watch the waves. It's quite cute to watch her be so mesmerised by the waves and the wind, I can't help but smile to myself, watching her.
''Is it so easy to be that mesmerised by something?'' I ask.
She turns to look at me, her cheeks heating up by the sun. ''It depends on how much you love that something. If it's your passion or meaningful to you then, yes, it's that easy.'' She replies, staring deeply into my eyes without a single blink interrupting our gaze; it's sincerity.
''You know, I used to be terrified of beaches because I had a terrible experience when I was a kid,'' She smiles, ''I swear I could've died—it was awful,'' She adds, chuckling.
''What happened?'' I ask, gesturing for her to go on.
''I drowned and they had to take me to the hospital. That was also the first time I saw dad crying his eyes out, it was pretty funny but hey, he thought he'd lost me,'' She explains, making both of us smile at the story. Maybe Emma's right, we should spend some time just sitting and talk about our past, our lives and what we went through.
Maybe, that is the only way for us to feel close.
''I'd be living the rest of my life all by myself if you didn't survive so, I'm more than glad that you did,'' I joke, which causes her to roll her eyes as she tries to push me away.
''Eh, so tell me more about you. These past months have been all about me and now it's time for me to know about you. About your past, anything,'' I add, stating the truth. It'd be great to actually feel like I know her better than anyone else because then, I'd feel hers.
''Where to begin?'' She smirks, raising an eyebrow.
me everything,'' My
I still have both parents and that my life was complete but they didn't know that I'd stayed up at night just to hear them argue,'' She starts
a waste of time to try,'' She stops for awhile, ''I don't know what happened or how it happened but they just lost it,
interest?'' I ask, staring
they have a better relationship being friends than being partners. Like now, they're just friends, they feel like that's the best choice. I'm glad that mum found a man to make her feel alive
high school
team? American football,'' I
the movies,'' She says. ''They met
knowing that she would want her parents to last forever. Everyone would want that. Just by the way she speaks about them, it
right?'' She raises an eyebrow and I can't help but agree, due to the fact that, now those kind of relationships rarely last. They always end
proposed on her graduation day,''
make their relationship better, until marriage. Even though it all ended with a divorce, the memories are still fresh; probably in both of
never be a second true love.
story. I'm more than thankful to say that I can't thank them enough to have you as their daughter because if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have met you—life would
some sort
that I can't explain. There is just something about her that makes me want to keep on ranting and just be proud of but I can't, I don't know what
that they've brought
you're a sweet talker, aren't you?'' She
not much to tell about me. You've heard it all, from my parents, my biological father, my past. It's just making me feel awful due
how it sounds bizarre but you deserve it, Emery. I swear you do,'' Emma tries her
to meet him,'' I mutter under my
died in a car crash, with no intention of leaving her or me—he loved her,'' I add. Almost
you and mother. Both. He would never leave you two for any reason at all because like you said, he loved her. He would've loved you too if
fact,'' I
matters now. Your father, both of them, would want you to live a happy life instead of just thinking about them, I'm sure,''