The sun beat down on his skin; the ocean breeze swept his brown hair slightly to the left.
“I wish everyday was like this,” he said as he took in the warmth of the summer sun. He still wore his long sleeves, afraid to show his scars, and he still wore long shorts, to hide his fading marks. I took his hand and held it tight. He looked at me with a dazzling smile and squeezed my hand. I wanted to remember that smile for the rest of my life. He hadn’t smiled like that in a long time because of the demons he had been fighting. I wondered if the demons were still there, still hiding in the darkest corners of his mind, poking their heads out now and then and taunting him. He sighed happily and squeezed my hand again.
“We’ll come back next year, right?” he asked me. He was facing the sun, his eyes closed and a slight grin on his face.
“Of course,” I smiled. He smiled at me again and looked down towards the water. I could tell he wanted to run straight into the salty water.
“Go on, I’ll look after the stuff,” I let go of his hand. He laughed and kissed me on the cheek before standing up and running straight for the waves. I could hear him laugh and saw him splashing in the waves with some of the children that were there.
I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling content and calm for the first time in weeks. When I opened them again it was February, the sun was gone and the beach was empty. I looked up and down the strip of sand for him but he wasn’t there. I looked down and saw a bunch of beautiful flowers. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach and I slowly stood up, picking the flowers up as I did. I remembered why I had walked past here now, and where I was going. I huffed out a load of air and made my way to the cemetery, it was only a short distance away from the beach and I got there within minutes.
I knelt down on the cold grass next to the shrinking mound of earth and the shiny new stone at the head.
“Hey,” I whispered, my voice was suddenly thick with emotion. He was still fighting his demons at the beach; it was when he decided to leave. I should’ve known and I should’ve stopped him. I fought back the tears. And looked at the little portrait on the stone; his hair was tidy and his smile was fake.
“I went to the beach today,” I said quietly. “Do you remember when we went? I do, I remember everything about that day. I remember your smile. It was the first time you smiled properly in ages.” My voice broke as I remembered that day all over again. I wiped away the tear that rolled down my cheek.
“I miss you,” I whispered. More tears rolled down my cheeks and I didn’t stop them. “I hope you’re happier where you are, wherever that may be. I hope you remember me. And I hope you think about me as much as I think about you.”
I put the flowers down in front of the marble stone.
“I’ll come back soon,” I said as I stood up and wiped the streaks that the tears had left.
“I love you,” I said as I bent down and kissed the picture. I slowly turned and walked away, feeling worse than ever. I decided to avoid the beach and everything that reminded me of him. I had my own demons to fight now and one of them was him. My angel had turned into my devil, leading the demons to their victory.