The Sun is sinking

Chapter 22_Beach edge 1

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I threw with all my might, throwing my miss letter at Dad. The sky has begun to change color to orange it means that the afternoon will soon pass and be replaced by a short twilight and then slowly meet the night.

The current twilight looks beautiful, plus a painting of reddened clouds. The waves pamper my feet, the sweeps keep me longing.

"Hey... would you stand there?" hearing that voice I immediately turned my head, Aaron. He sat on the sand, I left the waves and approached him.

"When are you.. when are you here?"

"Not long after you threw away that little bottle" he replied. I frowned looking at him.

"You know about the bottle?" I was curious.he nodded. Appa?? I don't understand, how did he know? I never came here with anyone when I threw that bottle away. I immediately sat down beside him, looking at him who was looking straight ahead.

"You following me?" I asked and looked at him sharply. He looked at me and turned his lips.

"I'm not following you" he replied.

"Lied."

"Honest."

"Then??"

"You're the only one who never realized my existence" he said. The more I didn't understand, the more I looked at him sharply, asking for his explanation. "I'm here every afternoon, ' he continued. I looked around, how could I not be aware of its existence.

"You're too cool with the waves and the mail in your little bottle" he said. "I often look at you there," he continued, pointing to a place far enough away.

"From the first time you've been here."

"Apppaaa??" I glared at hearing his answer, from the first? He turned his lips back.

"You should have known that the waves would bring your letter back to one side." Hearing her words just now, I looked at her sharply, she returned my gaze.

"I have taken your letters," I felt my eyes widen to hear what he said. He took? Did he read it too? I immediately covered my face with both palms, hiding my face, I did not dare to look at it.

I know now he must be laughing at me. Why did I not realize that? From the first day I came to this beach, it meant that there were dozens of letters that he had read. Aaaa...

I began to ventured a little peek from the gap of my finger. Hah but I did not see him, I immediately opened all my palms, it turns out he was on the beach and was holding something. It was my bottle of mail, I wanted to get up from my seat immediately and snatch it but he immediately ran towards me and came back to sit next to me.

"It didn't take long to get this" he said, showing off my mail bottle. I quickly grabbed him but quickly his hand dodged. I tried it again, following every movement of his hand but I still couldn't snatch it. I still try to grab it until my position is like hugging it, our faces are very close, even the tip of our noses almost touch, our eyes meet for a while in a very close position. I immediately sat back down and adjusted my breath, I thought I would not succeed in seizing it.

"I beg you to give it to me" I said, begging with my head down, I did not dare to look at him, I felt so ashamed.

"I won't give it to you" he replied.

"But it's mine."

"You threw it away."

"Yes, but...,"

"There's no shame, I'm used to your letters" he said. As I hid my face, I no longer knew what to say to take the letter from him. "I'm sorry about what happened to your father" he said. I was silent, she must know what happened to me, all about me, how I felt, all contained in the letter.