Musings from the ADC: Sunset

During one day at the trailers, in a moment of writer's block, I churned out this little short. Enjoy.

Sunset

I can no longer remember the day exactly but I think it was a night in September. The sun had already set at the beach and a slow breeze had raced through.

We were walking in the sand, side by side. Not holding hands. This was our last night at the resort. Come the next day, we would have to depart for home.

Home. We wouldn't have a home when we got back. The whole trip had been a mistake. We had gone obstinately in order to grow closer. To rediscover the spark. It drove us even further apart. I knew the second we got back, the end would begin. It was inevitable really.

"Did you enjoy the trip?" I asked her, not really caring if she did. She had become a total stranger to me. She used to make my heart stop. Now there was just a hollow thud in its place.

"Yes." she said. She was lying. I knew it. I just wish she would explode, call me a bastard and hit me. She didn't. Her silent approach added more unease into the air.

"Good." was all I replied.

We continued to walk in silence. Off in the distance, we could see a carnival on the boardwalk. A Ferris wheel spun round and round illuminated in a sickly green neon that hurt my eyes.

"Was any of it real?" she asked, snapping me out of my trance.

"Was what real?" I asked confused.

"You and I. Us."

So she wanted to go there after all. I'd rather not but if pushed came to show, I'd tell her what I really though. For now though, I opted to stall.

"Of course it was honey. We've had good times."

"You're just saying that." She said.

"I'm not." I replied defensive.
Silence permeated out walk again. I was tired. Not just of the walking which had made my calf's sore. I was tired of this. Of this back and forth. Keeping up my guard. Never knowing when I'd screw up next. I was just done with it.

"Do you even know who I am?" she asked.

In that moment I knew it was time to leave. I turned around and begin to walk back to our hotel. She screamed in protest but I paid her no mind. I left her one last pearl which I imparted by shouting over my shoulder.

"Know you? What's the point? There's nothing there."

Until next time, fly high and fly well.