Emery

I continue to run after her down the beach, laughing as we keep on running as fast as we can; which I have to admit, she is a fast runner. I'd run after her till the end of the world if I have to—I'd do it, for her and myself.

''Slow down,'' I say, trying to catch my breath.

''Why are you so slow?'' She laughs, taking a few steps towards me; watching as I press both of my hands on my knees, wanting to breathe properly. Yes, I said that I would run till the end of the world for her but god damn, that shit is hard as fuck, it's almost making me hesitate.

''Why are you so fast?'' I raise an eyebrow, sighing.

Emma finds this all as a bloody joke as she keeps on laughing before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking her head in disagree—turning to look at the water. Both of her eyes are lightening due to the sunlight shining brightly into her eyes, showing a more of a lighter brown.

Then, all of a sudden, I am left to find her sitting onto the sand as she continues to watch the waves. It's quite cute to watch her be so mesmerised by the waves and the wind, I can't help but smile to myself, watching her.

''Is it so easy to be that mesmerised by something?'' I ask.

She turns to look at me, her cheeks heating up by the sun. ''It depends on how much you love that something. If it's your passion or meaningful to you then, yes, it's that easy.'' She replies, staring deeply into my eyes without a single blink interrupting our gaze; it's sincerity.

''You know, I used to be terrified of beaches because I had a terrible experience when I was a kid,'' She smiles, ''I swear I could've died—it was awful,'' She adds, chuckling.

''What happened?'' I ask, gesturing for her to go on.

''I drowned and they had to take me to the hospital. That was also the first time I saw dad crying his eyes out, it was pretty funny but hey, he thought he'd lost me,'' She explains, making both of us smile at the story. Maybe Emma's right, we should spend some time just sitting and talk about our past, our lives and what we went through.

Maybe, that is the only way for us to feel close.

''I'd be living the rest of my life all by myself if you didn't survive so, I'm more than glad that you did,'' I joke, which causes her to roll her eyes as she tries to push me away.

''Eh, so tell me more about you. These past months have been all about me and now it's time for me to know about you. About your past, anything,'' I add, stating the truth. It'd be great to actually feel like I know her better than anyone else because then, I'd feel hers.

''Where to begin?'' She smirks, raising an eyebrow.