He moves his tapestry that was meant to be a curtain to the side just to give a check of the outside
(him): oh, that weird lady is doing her crazy thing again.
He checks his watch
(him): it’s freaking 2 pm, what the fuck
He takes the box on the side of his study table and walks out of his room
*at the beach*
He walks into the picture in a plain black square neck tee
He sits beside her right side and placed the box behind his seating
(him): the other day, remember the depressing one before I was you know, somehow blessed into your life, what were you looking for exactly?
(her): lol I was depressed the whole time, even now if I must say.
She looks at him
(her): what do you care, pretty boy?
He unconsciously gave a smile
(him): so you admit that I am a pretty sight to look at?
(her): I guess so, I think you look better than what I see in the mirror everyday
He looks away, far into the sea
(him): well my dear lady, what you see is not necessarily what it is or what you think it is. Anyway, are you up for a story?
With her eyes shut hid under her sunnies, she lazily nods
(him): I come here almost all the time, to jog every sunrise atleast. It makes my day complete, despite the other shit stuffs I have to go through inside or outside of me. However, rarely have I expected to encounter such thing to be in my way.
(her): go straight to the point, sir
(him): so last week, while I was enjoying my lovely sweat in a sweet morning jog, I ran into this.
He takes the box and placed it on her tummy
(him): pretty sure this belongs to the only person who comes here besides me, which is you.
She gave an instant reaction, shocked and he witnessed her face lightened up for the first time ever. She got up from lying down and hugged her legs putting the box away.
(her): how did you find it?
(him): funny, I kicked it. Hurt a little but I’m fine.
(her): no. I mean, how do you find the contents of this box? You’d be lying if you say you wasn’t curious enough to check it out since you took it home.
(him): well, they are honest and dreamy too. Honestly couldn’t really relate though. So its yours right?
He laughed a little
(her): uhuh. Some of them has my signature and that’s what I love to call yours truly. Atleast in my writings.
(him): wait, so are those real life experiences or made up stories?
(her): I cant really give you an answer to that.
She takes the box and put it on his lap
(her): you can keep it if you want. I mean, if it is important enough to me I wouldn’t have placed it in a public place like this right?
(him): hmmm, okaaay. Thank you. So how much do you write? Cause you seem like an expressive person
(her): moderately, no pressure. Just, a free flow kinda thing. When I feel like doing so I will, when I don’t then I wouldn’t even be bothered by pen and paper.
She faced him and rested her head on her knees
(her): so how have you been?
He does the same, facing her
(him): I don’t really know what to say, peaceful? I think. Not sure until when this would last but I am truly enjoying it. You know what, you’re pretty attractive for a stranger you know?
He touches her shoulder length dark brown hair
(her): ha ha, that’s hard to believe. My life on the other hand is stale. Like old biscuits, almost expired but still a biscuit. But the beach
She looks away to the sea
(her): the beach has given me this feeling I had never imagined before, so I’m good I think, as long as I am here
She looks at him again, with a calm face
(her): I’ve been to so many places and I have met so many people, I lost count of the experiences I’ve had but never have I felt this bizarre kind of moment in my life. Maybe it’s this place, maybe it’s just you?
She smiles
(him): we barely even know each other, but deep down I feel like none of the things in my life matters anymore when I sit here with you. I have the two most beautiful creations of life in front of me. I kind of wish that this moment would be filmed.
With her hands in the sand enjoying the texture of it
(her): you sounded like a person who doesn’t believe in sonder or love, but I think you’re actually just like me. Hopeless romantic.
He paused the moment to look at her, and moves closer to her side and placed her head on his shoulder
(him): I have never imagined I’d sit by the beach under the Sun this hot, ever. But then with you by my side, no place is a better place to hide.
Her fluffy cheeks blushed a little more red adding on the heat that has already turned it pink.
(her): do you believe in love? At least after reading the silly things I wrote in that box?
(him): what is love? I think I am an honest person in whatever situation I am in, and I also think that I like you already.
With his hand gestures
(him): the girl in the bright colored sun dresses, a lil crazy, a lil honest, somehow creepy too. Sounds like I have a specific taste in women now.
(her): brights colours yes, but not all. Will you ever leave the things you love?
(him): for the better ofcourse, though consequences are always uncertain, sometimes we don’t have a choice.
(her): if I told you I’m already sad thinking of the thought of you leaving me, would it be logical?
Her two hands holds his
(him): my answer would be no because you seem like something I’d never want to lose either
(her): but we cant be here forever right? We all have lives to live.
He kisses the top of her hands and holds it tight
(him): yea, I wont be around for so long, I wish we crossed each others paths earlier. The beach, it gives me peace and with you it feels like theres nothing in this world that I miss. But really babe, I am just a weak old soul who craves death and picks up leftovers of hope
(her): worry not, pretty boy. I hope the thoughts of the short moments we share sings you to sleep at night. Time is a fictional tale of its own, but if we give it a chance, we could both turn into one
(him): if I request from you something, will you do it for my sake?
(her): maybe, maybe. For you, I will the best of me
(him): can you write me letters everyday, and see each other here to exchange the love we have to offer, for as long as time allows us to be together?
(her): the end of time?
(him): more or less, until its no longer possible to do so. Spoil me, with poetry and words of fondness. I know this request is an extraordinary one, but I trust you
She pulls her hand and brushes off the sands, smiles at him
(her): see you tomorrow then?
She kisses him goodbye and walks away
He smiles and continues to sit, watching the waves hitting the shore
(him): damn, what exactly is this life I’m living we just met twice. Sounds like my own movie to act.
He stands up and walks towards home
*screen fades*
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