At Seventeen Ending

The youth was almost knocked of his feet from the sudden wave of happiness that overcome him. He had never felt this way, ever. The youth felt a gravitational pull to follow the emotion; to follow this girl. So that’s what I do, he thought to him self. He could feel love and anticipation weaving through this happiness. Wow, I’ve never felt something so, intense, the youth silently thought to himself.

The sun had already begun to set in the west before the youth at last made it to the main road, the east coast succumbing to darkness. The tracks in the golden sand were now useless, they had faded and he no longer had the sun on his side. The youth was beginning to wonder if he was fighting a losing battle. There was no way to tell which way the newcomer had gone. Just as the youth was about to give in he noticed two rusted out signs one pointing to Sydney, the other to Sandy beach. Sandy beach. The youth’s mind was made up; he turned his beaten up wagon around and headed towards the coast once more.

The youth wondered around in the coarse sand aimlessly for what seemed like hours. His sea bleached hair swirling wildly in the summer wind rushing off the ocean. Wondering if he knew her as well as he’d thought, there was no one else along the serene beach. The youth turned his attention towards a cave in the distance; he could make out the glow of a bon fire. The youth ran cautiously up the sand, holding his breath, to reach his destination, hoping it was indeed his girl. His hopes were indeed fulfilled when he reached the cave and his eyes caught sight of her Scarlett board lying on the sand, near the fire. He had found his equal, finally. Breathlessly the youth made his way towards her tent. Again he was hit with a burst of happiness, love, but this time, recognition. The youth looks down into the most captivating grey eyes belonging to the most beautiful girl. She gave the youth a what took you so long look and smiled up at him. She gestured towards the sausages she had cooking over the bon fire. The youth and new comer sat together around the burning fire on the beach in silence just looking at each other, the stars above shinning down. This was not an awkward silence, it was a nice silence. The only sounds to be heard were that of their surrounding nature. The whooshing of the wind, the crashing of the waves on the now darkened shore and the sound of crickets creaking in the bushes around them. There was no issue about who belonged. They were both newcomers here and this was their beach.