Her Name in the Sand
by Roxi
Jeff sat comfortably on a large rock and stared out at the ocean. It was
beginning to get dark and the howling wind whipped his flowing hair across
his face. He always came here now, it was his place of solitude. Home was
his living nightmare, an unjustified smack in the face. The Dope Show by
Marilyn Manson played over and over in his head:
Hate today
No love for tommorrow,
We're all stars now, in the Dope Show.
He shifted his position so he was now sitting cross legged. The stars began
to filter through the now night sky. Destiny was clear tonight he thought.
He looked up at the clear constellations, they resembled her. No, now it was
getting stupid, love maybe strong but can it really make you delirious? He
smoothed his hand through his hair and thought back to a poem he had
recently scribbled down.
A mind delluded in sorrow and unwritten words,
A timeless shelter kept together by love,
Now everything is falling and ripping apart,
Time is speeding faster and love had killed my heart.
The wind had dropped to a low whisper and so the gentle lapping waves
dominated the air. It flowed through him like electricity yet he felt
serene, well, at least his physical state. He moved slowly from his place.
He had been thinking for the past hour and a half. Slurring he inhaled the
sea salt and musky atmosphere around him. His beautiful eyes skimmed the
long stretch of sand in front of him. Perfect. He moved slowly towards
scattered garbage that had been washed up. His hand favoured to a thin stick
about a metre in length. He picked it up and walked slowly, so slowly to a
stretch of untouched sand. The water so close, it lapped easily at his feet.
He dug the stick into the sand and began to write. 1 name, 1 name had
stolen his heart and broken it into a thousand pieces. A warm tear trickled
down his face. "I love you." He whispered trying desperately to choke back
his unwanted flow of tears. He began to breathe heavily and his heartbeat
increased, he leant over, hands clasped tightly to his chest. His heart
burned.
Gradually, he rose. 1 last look at the stars, 1 last look at her name.
Crying silently he moved towards the beckoning ocean. It was cold making his
heavy breath icy. His white T-shirt became drenched and the attacking waves
became louder and more ferocious as he edged his way outwards.
When the piercing water reached his neck he began to swim, his head
merging underwater when the freezing oxygen couldn't reach his lungs. His
frontcrawl became slower and almost mechanical. His thoughts were blocked,
he couldn't think anymore, everything was fading, everything that was except
her face....
The moon shone down on the calm ocean, everything was still and
untouched except for her name in the sand. Written in act of love. A love
for someone he had loved more than life.
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