“You’ll be famous!” She kissed my forehead before running through the sand. Her tan legs led way to the cut-off blue jean shorts she wore. Her long sun-kissed hair blew in the wind, she turned back and smiled before letting her feet hit the ocean.
I sat my guitar down and sprinted after her. The waves roughly bounced around nearly knocking us over. We were young and in love.
“I’ll marry you!” I promised as we returned to shore.
“Not me.” She laughed. “Life will take you many places that I will no longer exist.”
“Oh, but I will!” I placed my lips gently against hers.
The weight of her hands against my chest reversed my steps. “Some promises you can’t keep!” She exhaled.
She took the rose-gold chain from her neck and let the heart shaped pendant fall into her hand. It held a damaged emerald with a story.
“My aunt gave this to me before she walked away – into the deep.” Her hair, still captured by the wind, followed her eyes back towards the glistening water.
“Take it. Strum your guitar. It’ll bring you luck.” She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. We fell backwards into the sand and locked eyes. “Remember me when you’re on stage.”
“I love you, Missy.” I whispered.
“For always.” She said.
I stood behind the curtain, staring at the emerald. The crowd chanted my name.
I did go back for her. And just as she said, she no longer existed.
I perform my hit single, For Always, at the end of every show in memory of Missy and all the others who couldn’t bear life.
The sea, once peaceful, became a weapon for the desolate. My one true love rests way down below the ocean.
Leesa Writes 