Brushstrokes of Summer Love
I wore my birthday gift, a pair of jeans as blue as the sea and a flowy blouse, to the beach. They were comfortable, so I wouldn't have trouble sitting down or getting sand on them. I walked the same familiar roads, but everything felt different. The streets, buildings, and trees remained unchanged, yet I saw them through new eyes, through the lens of my own transformation.
As I approached the beach, I noticed a group of students pouring into the convenience store, their wet uniforms clinging to their bodies.
Maybe they played in the sea, throwing water at each other. The sight brought back memories of my own high school days – a lonely graduation, crying alone in the rain, hiding. It was so dark, and there I was alone. Light, warm and beautiful, yet I had never gotten the chance to enjoy it.
I entered the convenience store, buying ice cream – a bad habit picked up from a doofus. Unlike in the past, there was verbal communication in the process.
"For sunny?" the old lady asked, smiling.
"Take some cold water too, the heat is unbearable." I nodded and headed for the beach.
As she walked along the beach, her blue jeans rolled up to her ankles, revealing a hint of sun-kissed skin. Her white flowy blouse danced in the ocean breeze and sandals sank into the wet sand as she made her way through the water's edge.
Meanwhile, Sunny stood gazing out at the endless blue horizon under a sun shelter, wearing white headphones in his dark hair. With each focused breath, he let the salty air fill his lungs, tasting the kaleidoscope colors of the sea. His hands moved with the wind's rhythm to capture the colors he had tasted.
Skye watched, mesmerized, as his painting birthed a serene and idyllic moment – two people strolling hand in hand along the beach, basking in the warm embrace of a breathtaking sunset.
Finishing the last stroke, Sunny turned to her, and she smiled. His hands wove a playful message in the air: "You're late, my love!" Her lips curled into a sly grin as I replied, "Sorry, I got lost in the waves."
Sunny's grin faltered, "And my ice cream?" "Oh, I ate it," she said, and he acted as if he had lost his world. With his eyes, which faced the most cruel thing in the world, he asked, "You! How could you do that to me?"
She laughed, "Stop being so dramatic. Let's eat when we go back home. There's some watermelon mint chip left in the fridge." Sunny signed back, "Oh, I ate it," acting innocent.
Seeing her unbelievable expression, Sunny showed her the sky, like a painting transforming into strokes of pinks, peaches, and oranges. The beautiful scene momentarily forgot their argument. Her hands coiled around his, and her head rested on his shoulder; he breathed the sweet scent of her hair.
They silently enjoyed the moment, music flowing from the headset hanging in his neck.
..."Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City... Never was there ever a girl so pretty...
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?"
A girl who doesn't talk, and a guy who can't talk. This is their summer, Their love.
As the seasons passed, the sun rose and set again, and summer repeated itself. Years turned into decades, and their love remained strong .They got to spend the rest of their life together.
The End.