Saving Coralie.

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Coralie and Erin are more like sisters and friends. They've been through everything together, the good the bad and the ugly. Which is why when Coralie kidnaps Erin and takes her to a secluded beach house, Erin gives her the benefit of the doubt. The girls find themselves in Pembrokeshire, the beautiful West coast of Wales, and the beautiful scenery is almost enough to make Erin forget that she's been kidnapped. Almost. She knows that Cor's acting weird and she thinks that she knows why, a memory that she's pushed to the back of her mind that keeps trying to force its way out. The one thing she does know for sure though is that Coralie needs saving. The trip turns out to be more tumultuous than either girl could ever have imagined. A story of love, friendship, grieving and unforgettable summers.

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19. Chapter 19.

We let everyone else leave before we even attempted to tidy up the mess from the night before and even then we took it slowly, all of us stalling, moving slowly, stopping to chat, smoke. We moved from room to room, tidying up the mess of the party that had been placed on top of the rubbish of the past few days, which we then had to clean up too. We watched the sky through the windows slowly cloud over, fittingly grey clouds clustering together. We packed and cleaned as the first drop of rain pelted cleanly against the glass.

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I took one last look around the pretty little bungalow but didn’t linger, the eerie darkness of the stormy skies outside seeping in through the windows, giving it a gloomy feel, a million miles away from the atmosphere of the cheery little place we’d been staying all week. I walked out into the rain, that wasn’t yet as ferocious as the fat grey clouds above us threatened that it was going to be.

Just before I approached the others, huddled by the tightly packed cars, I took my phone from my pocket and turned it on for the first time in days,. I’d almost forgotten it, having to rush back right before we locked up and fish it out of its vase of shame. I wasn’t scared to face the wrath of my parents anymore. Ok I was a little nervous. They were my parents after all and I’d ignored them for days without even a message to say that I was still alive, which was basically as bad as murder in the eyes of parents, especially parents who hardly spoke to each other and had probably been forced to interact over the absence of their flyaway daughter. But at the same time I was excited to tell them that I’d decided that everything was going to be ok. I was going to tell them that I’d been wrong all along. That I’d been through some of the greatest experiences of my life so far and they hadn’t made me depressed like I’d thought they would. They had inspired me, made me want to start living the rest of my life straight away, to see what was coming for me around the next corner. I’d spent far too long being caught up in thinking about everything that could possibly happen rather than enjoying what was going on right in front of me. They probably wouldn’t care, could possibly go as far as to think that I’d gone mental, but I didn’t think that even their anger could real knock me down from my pedestal of happiness anymore. This trip that I’d hoped would help me save Coralie had ended up saving me, even though I hadn’t even realised that I’d needed saving.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and looked up at the others. These four people who stood huddled in front of me, hoods pulled over their sun-kissed faces, were flawed individuals, all of them just like me. Broken and put back together, clueless and excited and brilliant, all at the same time.
I stepped forward and wrapped one arm around Sim and one around Iddy, hugging them closely to me, saying goodbye without actually saying it. I mean it wasn’t really goodbye, they were staying at Seb’s until he went back to uni and they went off on their travels and I was bound to see them multiple times. In fact Sim had threatened just as much. But I was still saying goodbye to a part of them, to the way I’d come to see view them on this trip, in this house, on this cliff-side.

Then I turned to Seb and pulled him into me, somewhat roughly, emotion getting the best of me, but he merely laughed softly, resting his chin on my head. I squeezed him a bit tighter and without being too dramatic I poured my entire soul into that hug and I felt the same returned. Everyone said their slightly subdued goodbyes then the boys got into their car and drove away, just as the rain really started to hammer down. Sim still stuck his head out of the window like an overexcited puppy, waving at us probably even after the car disappeared from sight down the sheltered country road.

And then Cor and I just stood there in the rain like we had not that long ago, staring at the house, just like we had back then, through the blurry, cold water. I stood there for a little longer than I probably should have, my clothes getting soaked through, the material clinging to my cold skin. But as much as I knew I had to, it hurt to leave. The whole place felt magical. And of course I knew that it wasn’t but nevertheless I couldn’t help thinking that it was a glorious thing that somewhere could make you want to believe in magic again.
“Come on RiRi, we’re already soaked,” Cor started towards her car, her voice muffled and faraway under her huge rain coat. I followed her lead, mostly because I was beginning to shiver.
I got into the car and started blasting the heat to dry myself out again. Cor pulled off and I took in every detail as we sped away.

Not long into the journey I fell asleep, my face pressed against the cold glass window. When I woke up the rain had stopped, the sun shining proudly through the windscreen. I opened my window and breathed in outside, everything dewy and fresh from the rain. I reached my arm out of the window, feeling the warm, damp air glide across my arm, the action satisfyingly risky. I glanced over at Cor and smiled, filled with an emotion I’d never felt before. Cor looked at me and smiled back and I knew that she was feeling the same. I couldn’t put the feeling into words but that was ok because I could feel it and it was wonderful.

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