COLD WATERS

I don't touch people.

     I hated coming here. The beach now. There was something irritating about it now. Maybe the way the water whispered for me to come closer, or the way the wind shoved me around like I don't even know what.

     No one else seemed to be annoyed by it, but ever since Gray died that night, this beach was never the same. Dauphin Island was never the same. And neither were the small number of people who lived here.

     Everyone had loved Gray. I had loved Gray. I still love Gray. Nothing will ever change that.

     Sometimes I imagine him walking out of the water, hair shining, waves crashing and chasing his ankles, and he would come sit down beside me and tell me where he had been all this time.

     I realize that the reason I probably hate this beach so much is because when I am here I always think about him. About how beautiful he was, and the way he rolled his R's because of the strange accent he had from living here his whole life. The night I had met him was the same night that I had moved here. We were both fourteen, and both extremely alone and bored at mom and dads welcome home party my grandparents had set up.

     I sat alone, arms wrapped around my knees, staring at the waves rolling in.

     I had never been to the beach before, I had lived in Kansas almost all life, and the beach was more beautiful than I had ever dreamed.

     The moon was put and reflecting on the water and the sound of waves crashing onto shore was more glorious than any song or sound I had ever heard before.

     There were some things, I noticed, some beauty's, that could never be captured in writing , no matter how well of a writer you were, you could never fully capture the wonderful melody of a song, could never capture the colors of a sunset. Yes, you could write  about them, but you could never get people to truly appreciate them the way they do declarations of love, or the feeling of lust.

     "What are you doing sitting here all alone?" A young male voice broke me out of my reverie. I snapped my head up to meet dark eyes.