The blonde beauty queen sits on the sands of a secluded lake front. Alone in the dark, she counts the number of waves thrashing violently. The cool wind occassionally blows her wavy hair into a mess, but she does nothing to straighten it out. At least, not when no one sees her in the dark.
She tucks her legs into her chest and hugs them tightly, head down on her knees. She counts the waves, but doesn’t look up at the moonlight.
The waves begin to calm. Ten minutes later, the woman still sits in the fetal position, her tears dropping through her legs and onto the sand. A young man on a canoe notices the woman on the sand and thinks to yell to her, but for some reason, no sound comes out. So he paddles closer, just enough to clearly see the woman under the moonlight. The wavy blonde hair. The red athletic shorts and fragile legs. The gray sweatshirt that’s too big for her small frame.
He knows this girl, but from where? Should he say something?
She continues to weep, pretending not to hear his footsteps. She pretends not to have gotten a glimpse of familiar tan and muscular legs. Just from the sound and the subtle glance, she knows who he is. But she says nothing.
The wind starts to pick up again, the moonlight dimming. He gets out of the canoe to push it back into the water. Better head home, he thinks. So he quickly paddles off, flexing his muscular arms to race against soon-to-be-violent waves.
When he gets to the other side, he looks back. She’s probably still there, he thinks.
And she is, once again listening to the thrashes. She’s heard noises similar to this a million times before…pretty much every day.
Right before the moon completely dims, her cell phone goes off, the sound of angry rap overpowering the waves.
Shut up, Brian! her mind screams. She doesn’t dare answer the phone.
Why did Jake come up to me? she wonders. It’s been five years since we saw each other. No, we weren’t in the same crowd. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. But he could have at least said something.
As she thinks about the “whys”, she stands up, picks up her cell phone from the sand, and throws it into the lake. Slightly satisfied, she sits back down and folds her hands, silently praying to God to give her the courage to end her current relationship.
Even if it means one more violent fight, it would be worth it to just see Jake one more time, to see him clearly under the moonlight.