Lovers by the sea

I haven't written anything for so long that I don't even know how did I end up writing this, it's not my best, but it's a restart. Also it's the first time I write something from a scratch in English (I promise I didn't write it in Catalan and then I translated it). I need to practice a lot to get to write something decent, and also for me it depends on my emotional mood sometimes it flows, sometimes it doesn't. Well yes... I hope someone actually can stand my impoverished writing, and I'm not being modest here, I just needed to post it somewhere.


They danced next to the sea shore, on the beach, the water licking their feet. They danced as if they were the last couple left on earth and they wouldn't have minded. They were stealing hours, they were using until the very last second, because they know they wouldn't see each other again. 


It had been intense, it had been crazy and it had been wildly irresponsible, that was why they shouldn't see each other again. And even if they knew that, and even after their experience, they couldn't believe they had to say goodbye. Once more. 


There are love stories so passionate that they end up exploding from the inside. That was what had happened to them. They meet in college, she was majoring in Chemistry, he was majoring in Arts. One day she was sitting on a bench under a tree trying not to think about anything and he approached her to ask wether he could make a drawing of her, she was flattered. After that she started modeling for him regularly and they ended up dating. They looked like the perfect couple, although they were the biggest narcissists in the campus. 


After few months dating their enormous egos lead to a big fight that ended up with some paintings thrown from a window. She was jealous and he couldn't understand anything else but his art. She promised to never see him again and transferred to an another college. After some time each of them married someone and forgot about what happened that time when they were both young and drunk during half of the week. 


But life has surprisses and they meet each other at that city by the sea, she was close to not going there, didn't feel like wasting a whole weekend doing things for her job, he was there because he said he needed inspiration, though it had long left him. And just like this, in a small café they meet again. She looked almost the same, her hair was a shade lighter but her brown eyes were the same chocolate eyes that he had painted so long ago. He looked much older, scarred after his fight with painting, with himself to get the magic back to the brushes, but she still knew who he was. He approached her and took her hand, saying nothing, she rose from her chair and followed him. 


-I need you- he confesed. 
-Well, that's a change, you didn't seem to need anyone the last time I saw you. 
-I shouldn't have said anything...- he muttered, then he started to head somewhere else.
-Ok! Stop! I'm being stupid here, we're both grown ups, and I must accept that that happened a long time ago.- she said embarrassed, then they sat on a bench facing the sea. 


-I want you to forgive me, I was being selfish, I should have thought about your feelings.- he said.
-We both know it wouldn't have worked, we were both too passionate and I would have ended pushing you to do something you didn't want to do, I'm not the most selfless person around, you know.- she looked at him in the eye, his eyes hadn't changed a bit either. 


She took a deep breath and realized that she had to go to her hotel for dinner, but he insisted on inviting her to a small restaurant he knew. She didn't return to her hotel that night, neither did her return for the following seven nights. 


On the seventh night she sat on his bed wrapped in a sheet and stared at him while he was waking up. 


-We have to stop this nonsense.-she said. 
-Which nonsense?
-You know what I'm talking about, this is going nowhere. We both have families and we both know that once the first month passes by we won't stand each other. 
-"We're both grown ups" that's what you said, we could make it work.- he told her. 
-No. I'm leaving tomorrow morning.- she was determined. 
-There's one thing I want to do.


And they went to the beach, where they danced in the shore, the water licking their feet while tears streamed down their faces. And they danced until the dawn came when they said waved goodbye afraid of touching each other for the last time. They said goodbye the only way they could do it, looking at each other eyes and turning away, trying to convince themselves that it was the right thing to do.