The last time me and Ezra were together was the 2nd of November, We sat on the beach watching the golden sky as we spoke about our plans for the future. What kind of home we wanted to live in, our dream car. We definitely wanted to grow up fast, however I wished we didn't and I could repeat that day over and over as I didn't even get to say goodbye. We had bickered over something stupid, as children do. ''Adelaide are you still writing those sad poems?'' Ezra looked down at my notebook as I scribbled away, ''you're on the beach, at least enjoy the moment rather than writing them depressed notes''. I looked up furiously as writing was my passion, it was therapeutic as most of the times I related my own thoughts to the poem. ''you wouldn't understand Ezra, mind your business wont you.'' I shut my notebook furiously, losing the motivation to write more, throwing it against the sand. ''We should go home Ezra, it's late enough and my mum gets worried.'' I made a quick excuse as Ezra rolled his eyes, ''fine then I'm staying out.'' I got up, grabbing my notebook and pen and walking away, making sure to stamp my feet against the sand dramatically. That night however, I wish I had stayed with Ezra, making sure we didn't have that useless argument as the past few years all I would feel is guilt.
