"'cause i'm not good at making promises."
we ran out from the backdoor unseen. the old people, the paparazzi, our drivers all left behind.
we didn't know where we were going, but we just kept running away from the venue, laughing loudly as the wind hit us, slipping through our hair. it's been so long since i've felt like this. like i was a little kid again, doing immature stuff, like running away from elders and now stupid rich people.
the unnamed girl was giggling so hard as we reached the streets. i couldn't help but admire how she has her nose scrunched up and asian eyes, her teeth pearly and full on display as her tongue curled. she had a dimple in her left cheek, it made her cheekbones stand out more. she was stunning.
we passed by the few shops scattered around but we kept walking, only stopping to look at the eye catchy things displayed behind the boutiques windows.
her wavy hair flew behind her as we entered yet another block. i don't understand why i'm still with her, but i kept my pace, matching hers.
we walked a lot and somehow ended up in a small weird rocky beach. it was almost empty, just an elderly couple and a man with his dog that were walking by, not seeming interested in this beautiful place.
we climbed a few low rocks and sat on top of them, most probably getting sand grains on our clothes, but we didn't really care. she was looking at the dispersing clouds and i was looking at her look at the dispersing clouds. she had a tiny sculpted nose, her lips had this little hole in between them and her eye color seemed brighter under the natural lights. they were a shady blue with a little sparkle.
"an author once said that," she flickered her gaze back to me, "when it comes to pattern recognition, we are oversensitive. that whatever image or anything we see in the clouds could mean something, possibly a message. we just have to think hard for what it might mean and how we could relate."
i looked at her uncertainly, not really knowing where she's going with this conversation.
"the clouds have been fading away for days now. it's like its telling me that something or maybe everything is going to fade for me too. i don't know why, but it feels like it."
i wanted to tell her that she's just paranoid, but that's too annoying. i wanted to tell her that maybe it's true, but that's too discomforting. i wanted to tell her that that author is stupid as fuck, but she looks like she worships him.
so i went with, "if it makes you feel any better, i'm not going anywhere."
she smiled at me, her dimple dents into her face, like she knew that i'm just feeding her empty promises.
we parted ways when the sun was setting. i didn't get the chance to get her number, nor her name.
just the thought of her was imprinted in my mind, her hair hitting my face and the sound of crashing waves. and I thought maybe this could be our little rendezvous.
