“Here, Jay.” Grace grabbed two rocks, placing one in his hand before poising to skip it, “Watch me do it.” Grace laughed, he shot her a sideways glare. It hit the surface hard and went down like he wasn'tĮven trying. He took a stone in his hand and tried to skip it across the water. He flashed her a crooked smile before he sat down beside her on the dock. “Unless you don't call 'every day' routine. She turned to the familiar sound to meet Jay's eyes, her own lighting up with excitement at the tone of his voice, and she smirked. Grace heaved a deep sigh when she heard the voice, “Skipping rocks, again? Is this in your every day routine, Grace?” It skipped one more time before it plopped into the deep, never to be She counted the skips as it hit the surface, one, two, three, four, five. Involuntarily and she chucked it across the water. She grabbed one of the skipping rocks from the pile she had sitting beside her Grace blinked and suddenly she was on the edge of the dock, sitting there by herself. Then it was as if the waves of a memory washed over her before she could pull it out of the water. She bent down, sticking her hand into the cold water, her fingers brushed up against one of the lights. Hip when she found herself in reaching distance of the lights. She wade into the dark waters which reached her They still threatened to spill over, but she attempted to control herself. Grace stood and wiped away her tears, remembering that she had a purpose. Seemed as if she were looking directly into the grave of the sun. This time, she noticed that it was a cluster of twinkles, though it almost The tears she felt rushing down her cheeks, she saw the persistent twinkling piercing the dark between her racking sobs. The lights under the water began to shine even more brightly now as she sobbed on the shore. Reverberating in her rib cage like a heartbeat, and fell to her knees. Her breath caught in her throat, the agony This wasn't actually Jay, even the name Grace was like a foreign thought.Īt this realization, she opened her eyes when she felt his touch fade away and she was there on the shore once again. She felt the forlorn atmosphereĬrushing her as this played out. It didn't feel as if this were happening in reality, but it tugged at her heartstrings anyhow. He kissed her, but her mind was elsewhere. Her lips moved to form the words without them ever crossing her mind, “And I love you, Jay.” He caught her eye, she turned her head toįinally noticing that their hands were intertwined as he pulled her closer, he touched her cheek and he looked into her eyes. He looked down at her it took her a moment to notice. The fireflies were beginning to ignite, floating about as they glowed. The scenery reminded her of a painting she'd see in an art gallery somewhereĪnd it caught her off guard. The sky was orange, the setting sun was going out with a bang. She blinked and suddenly, she was standing next to him. and that's exactly what it reminded her of. It burst into existence like fireflies underneath the water. Supposed to be doing, a light caught her eye. As the girl stood there, wondering what she was The breeze caught her dress and the fabric ripped away from her until it clung to her side, flowing with the wind. She got to her feet, her eyes scanning the surroundings, of which she could somehow see with only the looming abyss above her to sustain light. Her head, perhaps her own, that told her “keep going”. What she did remember was that she had somewhere to be. She knew she'd been there in this stateīefore, yet she couldn't remember how she got there or what happened while she was there the last time. She sat up and looked around, there she was. She awoke again on the island, staring up at the sky that was still as black as ink. They always see her in a dress, all alone, but she's almost always acting like somebody is with her.” I've even heard a few where the woman was sitting here on this dock, where weĪre right now. “I've heard a couple of different stories-where they talk about the woman collecting rocks, the woman in the boat.
Usually, she's on the shore of the island over there in the distance.” “They say that after dark-and you almost always have to be sitting on the end of this dock-that you'll see a ghost here. “Yeah! You're telling me you've lived here your entire life and you don't know the tale?” The girl looked up at him inquisitively, “What? The ghost on the shore?”
The boy turned to the girl with a smirk on his lips, “Hey, have you heard the story of the ghost on the shore?” They dangled their legs over the water, hand in hand, as they Two lovers were at the end of the dock, sitting at the edge of it. The sun was setting on the horizon and the waters seemed to still.
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