She sat on the rock, shaking with
the tears that ran down her cheeks. She gently cupped her hands
to cover her raw, bloodshot eyes.
The waves lashed at her knees,
which she hugged to her chest. So many times she had visited the
same rock, in the hope that it would
give her inspiration and guidance.
But just as the year had changed her, so had her rock, her
hideaway from the world. The world that had aged her nineteen
year old face well beyond it's years. Stress lines and pimples
were the only evidence of her past mistakes.
Meg looked out to the
" Hey," he muttered, joining her
on the rock.
James smiled shyly, then joined
her gaze to the ocean.
" Are you alright?" he reached
across, gently pulling lose strands of hair behind her
" Do you think it was a mistake
coming back?" her blunt honesty shocked James. He had once known
a young, timid girl that would not comment on a subject so
tender. That timid girl had changed.
"Well…um... maybe? I don't know
Meg. It's been a year..." They continued to sit in silence,
looking at the ocean and as the sun slowly crept down towards the
"I have to go," called Meg,
sitting up from her beloved rock and making her way along the
beach. Each step she took was deeply indented into the
"Wait, please don't leave!" argued
James with his chestnut brown eyes almost illuminating in the
"Please just let me okay? It was
hard enough coming back here. Do you think I would if it wasn't
for her?!" Meg swallowed harshly. Old wounds not healed but
simply masked were re-opened without a seconds notice.
"It was a mistake Meg. I thought
we'd moved on…" That comment cut Meg deep. She felt an ice cold
serge of pain run through the center of her throat and down
towards her chest.
Meg turned quickly around, and
began walking forward, her high heels making it all the more
harder to escape the real life nightmare. Suddenly , she felt a
holt in her walking. Her black dress had snagged on a large,
rotten piece of driftwood. Quickly she spun around. Whimpering,
she held back the tears that made her eyes sting and burn. "Oh
please come off, ****! Just come off !" Meg heard the sound of
her own voice, wobbling and frightened. She pulled in one great
tug and listened to the material split right along the hem. She
started sniffling and made her way down the path she had walked
many times. She walked the path like clockwork, not aware of
where she was walking or being careful of where she was placing
At the same time, James was
staring at his past, too afraid to blink in case she might
He watched as his first love tried
to make an escape from him and his world. The night sky had begun
to get darker and cooler. He silently watched the path and a
small fleeing figure, illuminated by the flickering lamp posts in
James made a giant leap off Meg's
beloved rock. He had known of this rock, and when he had received
news of her arrival back in town, he'd know where she would
He followed her high heel imprints
silently and began to shout in fury, guilt and anger. When he
finally reached the rotten driftwood, he grabbed the small piece
of black material that was caught by wire entangled around
With a moments hesitation he took
off after her. He wasn't about to make the same mistake twice; he
should have never let her go…
As James ran to catch up to Meg,
thoughts of happier and simpler times flooded his
As he reminisced on past memories,
he remembered the first time he had seen Meg.
It was on the first day of
pre-school, the had been partnered up for a small art
By the end of the day the two were
married, over a lovely and juvenile ceremony, the rings being
sugar covered jelly. He laughed to himself as he remembered Meg
eating her ring. James had cried all afternoon in the
James tripped on a stray piece of
driftwood, alerting him back to reality. Faintly in the distance,
he could now see a silhouette that resembled Meg.
He continued along the yellow
path, beside the path were trees, full and luscious, blowing
gently in the summer air.
Meg slowed her step, secretly
wishing that James would catch up to her. She was experiencing
serious dejavou from just over a year ago, a night filled with
un-wanted running away and loss.
She remember the night so vividly,
like it had been a week ago, not closing in on 12 months.
Meg had met James on this same
beach. She had received an un expected phone call from him in the
early hours of the morning, James pleading with Meg to meet him
on the beach. Their beach.
With James voice distort and
wobbly, Meg had reluctantly agreed to meet him, creeping out of
her front house in the wee hours of the morning.
The wind had been fierce and
strong, blowing Megs dirty blonde hair around her face, so fast
and random that she could hardly see where she was going. After
minuets of waiting, which in the cold and wind has seem like
eternity, James appeared before her.
"Meg," he muttered grabbing her
hand, his eyes in a gaze with the ground.
"Hey," she replied with a smile,
leaning in for a kiss as James turned his head, Megs lips landed
directly on James's right cheek.
After much arguing, and nasty
comments, what had one been James and Meg was now James...and
Meg. They broke up. Meg never really understood the reasons.
James spoke for the most part, rambling on about having secret
rendez-vous with the new girl in town, Emma, but Meg never really
had closure and felt that was the true reason for breaking
As she walked home, Megs chest
felt heavy and cold. She didn't remember much after that, only
the heavy steps of going back to bed and the constant wondering
of why James had decided to brake up in the middle of a winter
night at the beach...
James had lost sight of Meg, so
continued along the usual route to her house, one he had made
many times along in the dead of the night, so it made no
difference if he could see the faint outlines of the path or
As he continued to walk at a fast,
upbeat pace he thought over the events that had unfolded over the
past year. It had been lonely in town with Meg gone, it was the
first time in his life where James had felt truly isolated. He
distracted thoughts of her, by keeping himself busy...with other
girls. Every weekend was a new fling, always waking up to a new
face, a new person. But soon James had grown sick of his new
lifestyle, and yearned for the return of Meg. He didn't even know
where'd she had escaped to...
Whilst holding the small patch of
Meg's dress firmly and tightly in his hand, James heat pounded
against his chest. This was the moment James had waiting for,
played over in his mind many. many times and had desired over for
Megs figure came into view, Meg
tripping over stray logs and sticks, the yellow path thinning as
they began to enter town, only a couple of streets until they
would reach Megs old house, where her parents still
He was only steps away from her,
his arm extending to met hers. He caught her hand, and held it
tight, until Meg turned and their eyes met for a second time that
Their eyes held a tight gaze that
lasted many minuets, until Meg broke with stare, looking deep at
the ground. She let go of his hand, and followed it as it
helplessly flopped to his right side.
It was too late. Things would
never be the same again, no matter how charming James acted in
the future, the betrayal he had caused her over the last 12
months said it all. As she looked at her past love, she smiled.
She had closure. Meg kissed James on his freshly shaven right
cheek, and walked away in the darkness, leaving James standing in
the summer darkness, with a defeated look plastered across his