Somersault, pt III

Somersault, Pt III

[To be honest, I actually don't know where this story will be going, but some friends of mine say that I should continue this so here it goes. Thank you for letting me know that this story kinda has its readers, instead of just went into the void - even though it's kind of embarrassing]

            When we arrived, it was almost sunset. Just the right time. I told her to park the car by the side of the road near the beach. I took my drawing tube from the back seat and walked towards the beach. This has been my go-to place every time I need some time alone, contemplating life and what not. She, without saying anything, followed me. I walked to the wooden bridge and followed the path to the end of it.

It was just the two of us. No one was there. It’s a small town near the coast, so this town has a lot of beautiful beach. Apparently, this one is not the top choice of its people – and I’m kind of grateful for that. I have all of it to myself. The sound of the roaring waves hitting the rocks, the rays of sun at its tip peeking at the world, the wind blowing just as right, everything is perfect. It gives me warmth and peacefulness. An essence that I can barely get anywhere besides here.

I sat at the edge of the bridge and started removing the tools and sketch book from the tube. She came along and sat beside me. I began drawing, once in a while peeking at her. She casually stares into the wide sea, sometimes closing her eyes and inhaling everything, like making a memory inside her head.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” I asked.

“Sure,”

Drawing at the same time, I asked again “Why are you here?”

“I’ve told you. This is some purgatory shit.”

I nodded. A few moments later, I asked her again. “So, why are you here?”

She exhaled. “You are as stubborn as a mule. You really want to know, don’t you?”

I raised my shoulder slightly. “Well?”

“I don’t know where to start, really,” she looked at me. I just blinked. “I mean, my parents are divorced which turns my whole life upside down, and all of my friends have started their own journeys and moving forward while I’m just here. Remained still. Everything changed so suddenly and left me no time to contemplate all this,” she began rambling and talked really fast while looking ahead to the sea. I couldn’t see her face, but I can tell by the way she talks that she’s on the verge of crying – and I have no idea what to say, or do. I put my drawing pen down. This is all new to me. I don’t know why she chose me, out of all of her friends, to pour out her feelings.

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this,” she chuckled.

“It’s okay. People need someone to talk to after all,” I hesitated for a second. “But why me?”

“I have no idea. I don’t know who else to talk to. My parents are too busy with their divorce files. My friends… well, they seem happy with their lives right now and I don’t want to ruin their happiness. And then you. I used to be so miserable to you. So I guess if I’m looking for someone who understands how I feel, it must be you. Plus, you already know how cruel I was. I’m pretty sure you already judged me anyway, so I have nothing to hide,”