Her

You see her. "What a surprise!" are the first words that cross your mind. You can't help but whip up a smile. She sees your smile and she replies with a smile. You walk up to her, trying to act all cool, calm and collected. After all, it's been ages since you last saw her. You extend your hand for a welcoming hand shake. She shakes your hand and you begin to talk as if you've been the best of friends. Who knew she would be at the beach as well. You ask her if she's alone. Someone like her would not have come alone, even if she wanted to. Yes, she was pretty. Her fair skin gently reflected the sunlight and her dyed brown hair shone under the sun. Her green summer dress hugged her figure nicely, revealing enough to make most eyes turn. Her matching hat cast a shadow that hid her face, almost in a mysterious way.

Someone calls out form behind. A man approaches calling her name. She turns to give him a hug and introduces him to you. "But of course!" rings through your head. Of course she would not have come here alone. You hide your surprise by extending a handshake. Ah.. as you shake his hand you feel a little tugging in your heart. You quickly shrug the feeling away. You know that you have no right to feel like that. They ask for their leave and you bid them goodbye. You wander around the stretch of beach like a lost kid. You are flooded with memories of the past. You can't help but look down to the passing pavement tiles as you recall you and her.

You hear a bell. You look up to see the ice cream man scooping a generous scoop of ice cream for a pretty lady. You take a second look only to find that it's her. You cannot believe your eyes. You quickly go over to say hi again. You tap her on the shoulder. She turns and looks at you. You put on a warm smile but this time she looks at you with piercing eyes that stare deep. A feeling of guilt and embarrassment come over you like a curtain being dropped over your body. She walks away and you chase her, grabbing her hand before she walks too far off. She tugs her hand away and you do nothing but let it go. You desperately ask why she's acting the way she is. You tell her how good it is to see her again but she does not seem any bit interested. You persist with why she's acting up all of a sudden. She was fine a moment before but now it seems like you have done something wrong to her.

It then hits you. Your past looms over like a dark shadow in the night. You feel weak and flushed. You can't help but cover your face with your hand. You hear footsteps and you see the same man that she hugged. She walks off into the sun with the ice cream still in her hand. You ask the man "Is she still mad about the last time?" The man replies "What do you think? Of course she still is."

Just as he finishes answering, you open your eyes. It was just a dream. Is this the past haunting you? You don't know but you get up hoping for the best. Hoping for the best for her, wherever she may be.