I ran blindly, not caring where i was going, just needed to escape the crushing weight of my pain. The world around me blurred as tears streamed down my face.
Each step seemed to echo the thudding of my heart, every gasp of breath a prayer for the world to stop spinning, just for a moment.
I didn't realized when I reached the beach at the coast, I crawled slowly towards the shore. The sound of the ocean met my ears as i approached the beach, the steady crashing of the waves against the shore a soothing rhythm in the midst of my turmoil. The moon casting a soft glow over the water, the silvery reflection dancing on the surface.
I could feel the cold sand under my feet now, the grainy texture rough against my skin. The salty breeze blew through my hair, cool and refreshing against my tear-streaked cheeks.
I was nothing without Derek, an empty soul, an empty person and a wounded heart. I laid down and stared directly at the stars remembering my mother's words before she passed away, "When things get tough, remember, sweetheart, the stars are always there. No matter how dark the night, they'll shine bright and remind you of hope."
I closed my eyes, letting her words wash over me , finding a moment of peace in the chaos.
But it was soon interrupted by a person,
"A broken heart can be fixed"
A bit startled, I turned my head to see who was speaking. Standing there, silhouetted against the night sky, was a tall, young man with eyes that sparkled in the moonlight.
His voice was soft and soothing, like a gentle breeze on a hot day. He looked at me with a concerned frown, taking in my tear-streaked face and disheveled appearance.
"Are you alright?"
He asked, taking a step closer to me. He was dressed casually, in a t-shirt and jeans, yet there was something about him that made him stand out. Maybe it was the air of easy confidence he exuded or the way his brown hair caught the light.
I could only shake my head in reply, words failing me as the pain and despair threatened to overwhelm me again. Seeing my distress, he crouched down next to me , his expression one of genuine concern.
"It's alright,"
He said, his voice gentle. "You don't have to say anything. Just...just breathe, okay?"
He reached out, hesitantly, and began to rub my back in slow, soothing circles, the gesture surprisingly comforting.
"I wish i could atleast have an happy ending". My vision was blurry and darkness was in.
He leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on mine with such intensity that I couldn't look away.
"Who says you can't have a happy ending?"
He asked, his voice serious now. "Who says the story ends here?"
"Life is full of surprises, " he continued, his hand still moving gently on my back. "Sometimes it takes hitting rock bottom to find a way back up. And I have a suspicion you're not ready to give up just yet."
"I will not be giving up, I said blacking out".
"Miss," He noticed I was unconscious. His arms were strong and steady as he lifted me off the sand, cradling me against his chest like I were a fragile, precious thing. Carefully, he carried me towards a nearby building, the sound of the ocean fading into the background as he opened the door.
The room was simple yet cozy, with a small bed in one corner and a window that offered a stunning view of the ocean. He laid you gently on the bed, tucking the sheets around me with such care it was as if he'd done it a thousand times before.
He sat down on a chair by the window, watching me sleep, his gaze soft and contemplative.