They were standing on the beach. It was late, and they were the only ones there, but she had insisted on coming. All she wanted was to say goodbye properly.
They had bought burgers and can drinks, and they sat on a beach bench, back to back, eating in silence. “ This burger’s freakin’ awesome isn’t it??”, he exclaimed, “mm..” she mumbled. Truth was, nothing could possibly taste good at this moment.
She finished her burger and ran towards the sea, hoping that the sound of the waves could wash away this awkwardness between them. He joined her. “Wanna play a game?” she asked, “Let’s see who can make a footprint furthest into the sea before the waves wash it away.” And for the next ten minutes or so, they were themselves again. Being silly, holding each other as they collapsed in giggle fits, shouting & yelling each other’s name. Being the child that they still were inside. Being the person that the other fell in love with.
He called her a name; he loves getting on her nerves and she doesn’t know why. She punched him playfully on his arm and he tried to run away. Of course, she went after him. Two full-grown teenagers, chasing each other around the beach in circles. Two full-grown teenagers, who were in love, but just not enough.
Two full-grown teenagers, who were really, just children. And who really, should have just been friends all along.
But that night on the beach was the last time they spent alone with each other.
Now she misses him.
She misses the fun.
But she’s okay.
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