”I didn’t believe him. He was hurting and he was bitter and he wanted to ruin us, to burn everything, turn everything Jenna had into a pile of worthless ash. I didn’t believe him. Jenna wasn’t cruel unless there was cruelty in oblivion. I stood up.“I think I’ve got everything anyway.”He followed me through to the front door.“I guess this is goodbye then,” He unlocked the door but he didn’t open it. “You know, I’m gonna miss you, Zoe.”I looked up at him and because I’d never have to see him again, I suddenly didn’t care what he thought of me.“Really?” I asked.His smile curled flawlessly.“Really,” he said. He opened the door but then he shut it again.“You know that time I told you I was sorry and you didn’t know what for?”I blinked. “Yeah?”He inhaled.“I’m sorry that I didn’t meet you first, Zoe. Really fucking sorry.”We looked at each other and the moment I’d dreamt of was there. Delicate and intimate. I looked at his mouth and his hand came out and he would have touched my face. I. He stood there, taking pictures, telling me that I was beautiful, that he’d never seen anything like it, or known anyone like me. He walked into the water, not caring that his worn black shoes were soaking through to his socks, that the water was creeping up his jeans, that we were a mess. He wanted a better picture. He wanted a picture of my laughter, my almost child-like delight, at the fact that I was completely soaked and without a towel. I don’t know what it was about that place. It was in this place that we shared a stolen kiss, murmurs of devotion, a perfect friendship blooming into more. It was in this place that he touched my soul with his charm, stole my heart and made it his. In this place, everything was beautiful, everything was perfect, as it should be. I’m convinced that it is the memories of this place that made me want to love him when we left. I still go, sometimes, if I’m feeling too crowded. I go to try and catch that solitude again, so I can gather my thoughts.
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