The Santa Monica Mountains are so beautiful! It was as if he challenged all the people in this world to come and enjoy its beauty. And one of the people who were amazed at its beauty was me. I was too determined to go here alone. I've never climbed a mountain before.
Because of Steve, that son of a bitch, I changed my destination here. Though I want to cross to Venice Beach and enjoy the beauty of another sea, hiking in the Santa Monica Mountains is also exciting. I can see all around me. Somehow I can smile happily.
Yes, happy! It felt like the weight in my heart lifted. Although the sweat is wet, this happiness I can not express. Even though I was alone climbing here but I could feel what warmth is. I'm not lonely at all.
Everyone who climbs here is very noisy. They laugh and discuss their ridiculous whims. And occasionally looked strangely at me. I wonder why I climbed this mountain alone. They speak a language I don't understand.
Maybe English is not the language they speak. I also try to ignore them. I want to feel free and happy right now. I don't care if people insult me or laugh at me.
From where I was, I saw a handsome man sitting at rest, looking into the distance as if he were enjoying God's beautiful artwork. I became interested in joining him, just sitting there enjoying the painting of the Almighty.
I accelerated my pace so that I could get to that place. Several wooden chairs seem to be a stopping point for those who are tired or want to see the scenery.
As I sat on this giant rock, I felt a sense of peace. What a beautiful painting, no one can match God's work, and I'm so sorry why I only now went here.
Why did I use to be busy working and working? What exactly am I looking for? And why would I do that? I don't have to be too ambitious to be great. With a simple life and enough money to travel, it is better not to be dizzy like now.
Dizzy with some investors, dizzy with all the very tough cooperation negotiations. And the dizziest is constantly facing the older men in the directors' ranks. I'm sick of them all. Even though they are married and have children, they still like to tease women outside.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" that statement made me look in the direction of the sound.
"You are also fascinated by this work of God, right?" ask this man, either for me or someone else. Because I didn't want to misinterpret what he meant, I just kept quiet.
"You enjoyed it, Miss. Are you running away from all the tiredness that makes your heart congested?" he turned his face towards me and walked and sat down on the rock next to me.
"My Name Is Andrew. I am from England. British nationality, but my mother is Asian." Clear to me.
I still don't care! I was busy with the scene before my eyes. Because I didn't answer him, he was still trying to talk me out of it.
"Steve was like that. He always couldn't take a stand with his parents. And singled out the woman who had named him for six years."
I automatically turned my face away. Look at this strange man. Who is he? I never knew this guy. And as far as I remember, Steve never introduced me to him. How did this stranger know about Steve and me?
Even though he was Steve's friend, I'm sure Steve couldn't have told his friend his story because Steve is a close person. Many of his friends don't even know that I was his girlfriend. Pathetic, isn't it?
"I am Steve's distant brother. I heard his argument with his mother when he was betrothed. And I didn't expect the Clara he wasted was a beautiful and tough woman like you. The world seems small. I was shocked when I found out that you were Steve's ex-girlfriend. How Can my aunt underestimate you? Or Steve and his family don't know who you are?"
"Well, I guess that's none of your business, Mr. Andrew." I got up from my seat and continued climbing because, from the sign in front of there, the peak of the climb was close, about 2 kilometers away. Too bad I didn't finish this mission.
I thought that Andrew, Steve, didn't follow me, instead didn't align his steps with mine, but this man walked beside me. Although he did not speak at all, his presence was disturbing. I was tired and tired of being two-fold.
I tried to speed up, but I was getting tired. The road is getting uphill ahead. My breathing was already irregular. But if I quit, I'm a failure. I wouldn't say I like that. I kept walking and walking, regardless of who walked next to me.
And I finally got to the top of the Santa Monica Mountains. I gaped in awe. The scenery here is much more beautiful than I saw. I felt very close to the sky, but even if I reached out to reach it, it was still far away.
This fact suddenly made me cry, I cried in silence, but these tears did not want to stop. Some people looked at me in surprise and stared at me with strange looks. And it is not uncommon for them to whisper. But I couldn't stop my tears. What's wrong with me? Why am I crying?
Maybe right now, I can get all my emotions out. I realized what seemed close and thought it could be reached, but in reality, it was far away and unreachable. What an irony.
"Cry when you want to cry. Because then, what makes your heart congested can be lost." The man who is still standing next to me.
For some reason, his words made my tears flow even more. He's a stranger to me, but he can slowly decrease the tightness in my chest. It's incredible!
"And you know what's more interesting?" He asked, looking at me. I'm also curious about his words. So I waited for him to finish his haunting sentence.
"When all the tightness in your heart is gone, you get new energy that can make you step confidently! And when you realize that, you are sure that there will be no more people who can underestimate you."
"Ck! For some reason, I am a little amused by your words!"
"That's great because that's where I'm going to follow you all the way here!"