Passive and sensible, the way I have always been ever since the ripe and matured age of 14. Unlike most teens that are out doing God knows what in those years, I never considered it. I was years past my age and my family found it rather amusing that a girl like me could act like a woman who is 40. I’ve never acted so childish in my life, running down the shore feeling the tide rise and flow back out under my feet. The day was warm and the sun was setting just over the waves and rocky precipices. It was beautiful, and the feeling and rush was amazing. I kept up at a significant speed listening to some distant voices from restaurants surrounding the beach, and the laughter of several tourists. Only a few surfers remained in the ocean surfing high waves and getting pulled under by the giant force and fury of the ocean, but they kept calm and collected swimming up and yet again trying once more and swimming out to hop on their board and surf to their hearts content. I never enjoyed running and never found any amusement from it, but today I kept running hearing the distant call of his voice. The warm soothing voice I found this summer, when the world came to an end it restarted with his love and commitment. But today not even his voice could soothe the wounds created from what happened. Seeing him holding her in that way, them sharing the same kiss he shares with me, knowing his love was a lie. I quickened my pace running as fast as my legs could take me, but my body grew weak and I slowed down allowing him to catch up with me, beckoning to hear him explain himself. I turned to see him breathing heavily bent over resting on his knees. His dark brown hair had gotten swung over in all sorts of directions and though his state was horrible he kept his eyes soft starring at me with agony and guilt, understanding what he did was wrong. I starred at him in shock and pain, after hurting me the way he did, my heart was telling me, begging me to forgive him and hear his plead, why?

“Erica” His heavy breathing had calmed and now he stood in front of me stepping closer.

“Don’t touch me Patrick” My voice was dark hushed and cracked toward the end as I felt one tear slip out of my eye and fall in the warm sand.

“Please, she came to me, I tried to stop her but she kept going”

I starred at him doubtful, hurt, and numb. Was he here telling me the honest truth, or lying through his teeth to play and toy with my heart and mind? It disgusted me to think about the way I saw him, I never wanted to feel the way I did in a second ever again, the agonizing pain of your heart splitting into two, knowing and seeing, someone you love turning around and stabbing you in the back, but was it true? Could I trust that he had nothing to do with it?

“Please, Erica I am begging you, your the only girl I have ever truly loved” His face was hurt while he took one step closer extending his hand. Run away, run away, my mind was screaming obnoxiously, but I couldn’t, I belonged here with him in his arms, he meant his apology and I believed him.

“I forgive you” A smile grazed my lips while he pulled me into a tight hug.

“I love you so much, just thinking I could have lost you” He pulled away pressing his lips softly to mine. With this one pure kiss, the million voices and yells in my head quieted down, and the butterflies that I thought were gone forever began again fluttering in my stomach, and I felt I could conquer all the obstacles of the world, my heart fluttered quickly and when he pulled away the world stood still, and the only noise was the waves breaking against the rocks. The sun stopped from setting for one second to show the most spectacular thing, that love will go out of its way to prove it’s true.