Celix's Pov :
Here I am, sitting in the same bar, staring at the same waves, drinking the same drink. It's been 15 days now. 15 days of coming here every single evening, hoping, waiting. And for what? A glimpse? A conversation that might not even happen? At this point, I'm starting to feel like an idiot.
The tequila in front of me has barely been touched. I swirl it in the glass, watching the light from the fading sun flicker through the amber liquid. My patience is hanging by a thread. If she doesn't show up soon, I swear I'm done. Done with this waiting, done with this place. And I wouldn't even mind ditching this bar if it wasn't for her that blonde, Cecily, who's been here almost every day with Ren. It's like she's determined to drive me insane.
Every time she shows up, clinging to Ren like he's some prize she's won, she acts like she's doing me a favor. "I'm just keeping you company,Celix" she says with that fake, sugary sweet smile. "I don't want you to feel lonely."
Lonely?I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life than have her hanging around. She has this way of getting under my skin, like she's trying too hard to be noticed, to be liked. It's suffocating. If there were a ranking for the most annoying person in my life, Cecily would shatter that list and claim the top spot without even trying.
I take a sip of my drink, the alcohol doing little to dull the irritation buzzing under my skin. Where the hell are you? I glance at the beach, the fading sunlight turning the sky into a fiery blend of orange and pink. The waves roll in, as steady as ever, but there's no sign of her .The beach girl. The one I can't seem to stop thinking about.
The afternoon slowly bleeds into evening, and before I know it, the sky is a deep shade of indigo. The stars are starting to peek out, one by one, like scattered diamonds across the canvas of the night. I let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of frustration settle in my chest. I've been sitting here for six hours. Six. Hours.
And nothing.
Is she not coming back? Am I just some fool, clinging to false hope? I saw her that day—there's no mistaking it. It was her. The same eyes, the same way she looked at me before running off like I was some kind of threat. But now… nothing.
I toss back the rest of my drink, feeling the burn slide down my throat, but it doesn't bring the satisfaction I was hoping for. I'm just tired now. Tired of waiting, tired of feeling like an idiot.
Pushing myself up from the barstool, I step out of the bar and into the cool night air. The beach is quieter now, only a few people left wandering along the shore. Ren and his so-called "girlfriend" left hours ago, and thank God for that. I couldn't handle Cecily's incessant chatter for another minute.
I stuff my hands into my pockets and start walking along the beach, the sand soft under my feet as I head toward home. It's about a twenty minute walk, but I don't mind. In fact, I need it. The breeze, the sound of the waves—it clears my head in a way that sitting in that bar never could.
As I walk, my mind drifts back to her.That girl. I can't shake the feeling that there's something more to her. Something… off, maybe? I
And then there's the whole saving me from the water thing. I've been trying to make sense of it, but it still doesn't add up. How did she pull me out of the water like that? I was too far out, too deep. And yet, there I was, alive, on the shore, with no explanation. Just a vague memory of her eyes, the sound of the waves, and then nothing.
Maybe I'm overthinking it. Maybe I just need to let it go, move on with my life. But every time I tell myself that, I feel this nagging pull. Like there's more to the story. Like I can't just walk away from this, from her.
I kick at the sand as I walk, watching it scatter under the moonlight. My house isn't far now, just a few more minutes. But the closer I get, the heavier my thoughts feel. I'm exhausted, but my mind won't stop racing.
What if she doesn't come back?What if that was the only chance I had to see her again? I should have followed her, should have said something. But I froze, like an idiot, and now I'm paying for it.
The waves crash softly against the shore, and for a moment, I stop walking and just listen. The ocean has a way of calming me, of making everything else fade into the background. But tonight, even the sound of the water can't drown out the frustration gnawing at me.
I stare out at the horizon, the dark silhouette of the water stretching endlessly before me. She's out there somewhere. I know it. But what am I supposed to do? Search the entire coastline? Spend every day combing the beach, hoping she'll magically appear?
It's ridiculous.
And yet, here I am, standing on the sand like an idiot, waiting for a girl I barely know, who might not even exist outside of my imagination.
I shake my head, letting out a bitter laugh. "You're losing it, Celix"I mutter to myself, turning back toward home.