Seam Route

chapter five

Daisy

Beach air crashes into my lungs like waves while I walk across the shoreline. The air always had something to it, it was calming, and to me, the beach was always healing. 

It was like magic when I was a little girl making sand castles by the water.

I loved the days when my Dad and I would venture out from our backyard to the beach with a picnic blanket and food the weekend after school finished. Or moments where me and my friends pretending that we were mermaids transformed into humans.

Most of my friends when they graduated high school left straight for university and never returned. 

I didn't care about how they didn't like Southampton.  I can understand that there's something about small towns that can just suffocating. 

But when they left Southampton behing, it felt like I was left behind too.

 It was like I was a childhood toy being sealed up in a box of old hometown memories for them to never revisit. Slowly but surely, I've lost contact with most of them. 

Daisy: Hey! Hope you guys are all having a great summer so far! Miss you.

I wrote that texts about three weeks ago, and I haven't heard a response or peep since then.

Sometimes they do respond though, a little later apologizing because they weren't on their phones. But I knew it was a lie because they'd constantly flood their social media accounts with different posts and stories almost everyday.

Ronnie felt similarly as well to someone who stayed. One time we got shitfaced at a bar she confessed that she felt like all her old friends looked down on her for choosing to pursue becoming a florist.

Eloise was really the only friend who moved away from Southampton yet put in the effort to be friends. She's always busy yet she somehow made time for me and for that, I'm grateful for her.

I make my way back to my house, to get back to my backyard I have to cut through many dunes, and step through tiny plants while the house beside me (a.k.a Jerkwad's house) has a boardwalk and everything.

I haven't said a word to him since the moment on my balcony, heck, I haven't seen him. Which I'm okay with, the less of seeing him the better. I don't have the energy to deal with icy poo-poo head neighbors no matter how physically attractive they are.

I refill his Hades's water bowl, and food bowl then clean up his litter box before I decide to clean up. Hades was appreciative, I could tell by the way he gave me a few cute meows while rubbing the side of his body against my leg.

"You're such a little cutie," I bend down and pet him. "But I need to wash my hands and take a shower."

After thoroughly washing everywhere possible, and yes I mean everywhere. Do my hair, a bit of soft makeup and some sunscreen. Then slip on a cute teensy tiny sundress that shows off the goods–sorry not sorry– and grab my tote before heading out.

I put my tote in the little basket on my bicycle, before getting ready to cycle away. It's not very practical to bike in a short sundress like this one, but I don't really mind. A little air is good for me anyways.

Okay, metaphors aside. It's been a little long since I've got any. I'm not a virgin by any means, I've been with a few guys in the past. It's just that living in a small town, word travels fast who you get with and there's also not a huge selection of guys to choose from.

Which is why tourists are my go-to. But only a select few, most of the people that come down to Southampton are stuck-up rich pricks who treat the townspeople like poop and the town like it's their own personal playground.