The Girl Without A Name

2. Conversation

I kept going back to the beach everyday for the next few weeks. The girl was always there, sitting in the same spot just staring at the ocean. She was there when I came and she would stay when I leave. I always sat with her but whatever I did she wouldn't talk to me. The first week I got frustrated. For some odd reason I wanted her to talk to me. I felt like I needed to hear her voice. I still felt like that now, but I didn't actively try and get her to talk anymore. I was getting used to the silence. I would still say things like "Hey, you're here again." or "The weather is beautiful, isn't it?" but I never expected an answer. It was the same thing today. I went up to her and sat down. "The ocean is really calm today, huh?" was my greeting. I rested my head on my palm and looked at the tiny waves. "It's quite calming, isn't it?" I slightly jumped at that and looked at the girl. She actually spoke. Her voice was sweet and quiet, so quiet that I barely heard it. I tried to shake it off as the least thing I wanted was to scare her away with acting weird. "Yeah, it is" I answered, still baffled. I added a "That's why I come here so often." I still looked at her and noticed a small smile forming on her lips. "Me too." After that she wouldn't talk anymore. That girl truly was something else. But she had something about her that made me enjoy her presence and that made me come back again and again.