Post by SAMANTHA IRIS CASSIDY on Sept 27, 2013 0:17:46 GMT -5
And if you flash your heart ; I won't deny it
The beach had never really been the same, to be honest. The waves crashed harder, the water was more salty, the sand felt even more like quicksand as Sam stood in the wake of the small waves. Wrapped up in her black long sleeved shirt that Ryker had given her one Christmas, her eyes looked out past the waves that were breaking in the distance. The sunset was perfect. Pinks and oranges seemed to kiss and mingle for the time, painting the sky like a scene from a movie. Rare moments like this were fleeting for the girl, even more fleeting were the memories of Ryker.
It wasn't until the subtle beeping of her phone went off that Sam bothered to look away from the ocean. It was a text. Sighing, she made her way from the waves and scooped the iPhone off her blanket, tucking her hair behind her ear as she slowly read the text. Each word felt like a knife. It had been the entire summer since she had spoken to Ryker. I'm still thinking about you. Tossing her phone back onto the blanket, Sam flopped down. "Shit." It was about all she could muster. Five minutes. Seven minutes. Ten minutes.
After about fifteen, Sam's fingers wrapped around the phone and she opened the message, reading over it again. The girls had broken up before summer, and it had ended pretty badly. Ryker had been doing the normal thing, and Sam had had enough. And with Harper behind her the entire way, she finally stood up for herself. So needless to say, the text kind of threw her for a loop. Still, she didn't know what to say. What could she say? Of course she had been thinking about Ryker, she always did. There was nothing she thought more about, really. It was, and had always been Ryker. The girl that had stolen her heart without so much as trying.
Pulling her knees to her chest, Sam held the phone out in front if her, staring at the words. She wanted so bad to say something, but what? I still think about you too, Ry. All the time. I miss you. The ball was in her court now, as always. A sharp inhale coupled with the toss of her phone reminded her how much she really didn't want to do this. How hard she had fought to stay away from her all summer. The heart wants what the heart wants, though. And it seemed to be craving the girl who had caused so many emotions. The girl who had both torn her to pieces and put her back together. Once more her gaze caught with the waves that were breaking out at sea. It was almost like she could get lost in both the sound of the crashes as well as her own thoughts -- which is what she wanted.
Slender fingers traced circles in the cool sand, not really tracing anything. It was a motion to go with the song that she had playing in her earbuds that she had snuck in while waiting for a response. Ten minutes had past, and nothing. As the colors seemed to drain from the sky, Sam's hope was fading. Maybe, just maybe, if the girls could get together...they could talk. I'm at our spot. Our spot...Ryker would know what it meant. She wasn't stupid in the least, so it wouldn't be hard for her to guess the beach. All Sam could do now was wait.
I promise