I opened my window slowly, the creaking sound of it making me grimace. I knew I wouldn't wake up anyone, though, as I had basically become a pro at this. Climbing down my window was no easy thing for some people, because of the steep walls, but I had been doing it since I was 7 anyway, so oh well... When I finally reached the bottom, I sighed with relief and turning around, ready to run down to the beach, I bumped into Nick.
"One of these days you're going to break your neck..." he said, shaking his head.
"Nick you scared me! Look, please don't tell anyone, I'll be back before breakfast, I always am..." I pleaded, I really needed to go to that cliff right now, I was going to go crazy if I stayed here one minute longer.
He smiled at me. "Don't worry, I won't tell, just promise you ARE coming back, alright?"
I smiled gratefully at him and gave him a quick hug. "Thank you, Nick. Don't be silly, of course I'm going to come back, I'll just be gone for half an hour," I said quickly, but even I didn't believe it. I knew I didn't want to come back to this prison of a house...
Walking away quickly, I went on, not looking back, but I could feel his eyes on me, it was as if he knew what I was thinking. It was strange, but as twins, he could always tell if something was bothering me, if something was wrong and I always thought that was great, but for the first time in my life I wished we didn't have that connection with each other...
I reached the cliff, and smiled with relief as I saw that I would have it all to myself today, no blue-eyed handsome stranger to bother me, I thought bitterly...
It was kind of cloudy, though, and I felt myself getting a little cold, especially with my bare feet. I could hear the waves crashing against the rocks down below me, and I looked down, wondering how it would feel if I suddenly jumped in that water... i knew how it would be, it would be cold.. and it would hurt... yet, I couldn't stop thinking about my chosen fate, and how I could change it if I wanted to...
Stepping back, I shook my head with a slight laugh. This was ridiculous, I was actually thinking of suicide, but really, who could blame me...
I sat down on the hard, rocky ground, and noticed a spot of wet sand on my right. I picked up a stick and started lazily drawing little loops in the ground, then stopped, and wiped what i did with my arm. I tried again, this time looking at the waves as they hit the rocks angrily. I could almost feel their anger and I stood up and kicked at the sand till what I had drawn was nothing but rough sand strewn all over.
"What did the poor sand do to you?" I heard just then, and turned around quickly to see who it was. Brian had been standing behind me, for how long, I had no idea... his hands were crossed, and he was smiling lightly. I didn't reply, I just turned back to kicking at the ground, feeling the pain hitting my toes and not caring one bit...
I could tell he was staring at me and I wished he'd stop, just go away or something... but he didn't, and he also didn't say anything, which kind of made me feel better I guess. Had he said a word at that moment, I truly think I would have yelled at him or even worse, tried to hit him... I was that upset.
When I finally calmed down inside, I stopped kicking the ground, and just looked straight ahead, trying to avoid his eyes. I saw him move and get closer to me, and I finally looked up at him, looked at his eyes... I couldn't help it, I started to cry right there and didn't move away as he put his arms around me. I didn't care what he thought, I really needed to hold on to someone, I felt so trapped inside, that I just had to let go of this, and I'm sorry it was to him...
He still didn't say anything and I guess I kind of expected him to flee back, bite his nails or something and say he had to go. He remained extremely calm, though, and that sort of made me feel better, I guess. After my crying subsided, I said, "I'm so sorry..."
"For what?" he asked looking surprised.
I didn't reply, I just looked down. I heard a loud beat of thunder just then and we both looked up, aware of the suddenly fast falling rain drops. "Come with me!" yelled Brian through the loud rainfall. Wordlessly, I followed him, as we ran down a wet path. I let him lead me, till we reached a huge stone wall, and when we got to a door, I realized it must be where he lived.
We went in quickly, and Brian closed the door. I couldn't help but stare at him, he was all wet, his feet were muddy as I imagined mine were, yet he looked so exquisitely beautiful, his cheeks already pink from the rain, his eyes still letting out that natural glowy blue...
He looked at me just then, and I could feel myself getting red. I was glad for the slightly dimmed room we were in, hoping he couldn't see me blush.
"Wait right here," he said smiling, going out of the room. I wondered where he went, and shivered, feeling cold through my skin.
He came back seconds later, with something in his hands. "Here," he said with a smile, as he handed her a big dry cloth. "This is the only thing I found, you can dry yourself with it."
"Thank you," I said softly.
"Oh and this is an old gown of my mother's. It's not anything fancy," he said, shrugging, "But you should wear it so your dress gets dry by the fire."
I looked at him, then at his outspread hand. Nodding slowly, I took the dress from him.
He smiled. "Good, I'll go make that fire and you can change here," he said, as he left.
I watched him leave, then changed quickly, taking off my wet dress and putting on the one he gave me. It was actually quite comfortable, just a little bit loose, but it was definitely better than wearing the wet one.
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