When I reach the viewing deck, I’m relieved. I make a mental note that I’ll have to be extra careful going back down, as I’ll have gravity working against me. And, sadly, this time I don’t have Shane to carry me.
That reminds me of our first kiss, and I smile.
This is where it all really started.
I could reminisce all day, but I need to get back to why I’m here. So quickly, I turn my attention to getting in some nice shots from up here on the deck.
Just as I thought, the morning angle of the sun makes the ocean shimmer. It’s so pretty that I make my way around to the front and take pics from various angles.
I’m also really enjoying how peaceful and quiet it is up here.
It gives me time to think.
As I lean on the sill of the open-air window, I sigh. One thing I’ve just decided I’m going to do is finally take a chance and tell Shane that I love him.
I’m tired of being scared to say it out loud.
What’s the worst that could happen?
That he tells me he doesn’t love me in the same kind of way?
It’s possible, yes, but I don’t really believe he’ll say that. I mean, we are a couple, after all.
Not to mention, I feel so much love coming from him every time we’re together.
“So, yes, it’s time to be brave and share how I feel,” I state aloud, partially to put it out there in the universe and make sure I don’t chicken out.
There’s also the fact that I’d like to be the one to say it first.
Smiling, I decide to head back down.
I’ll get in a few more shots outside, and then I’ll put in on the app for a ride back. I don’t want to do that too soon, though, and keep the driver waiting.
I hope I get the same older guy; he was so sweet.
I start down the stairs, and, man, it is dark. Darker than I remember going up. I guess the angle of the sun isn’t providing the light that it did when I came up.
Now I really wish Shane were here to carry me down, like he did the last time.
I switch my phone to my other hand so I can hold the railing.
But just as I place my hand on the rickety metal, that section breaks.
“Oh shit.”
I lose my balance as I try to take a step down and get caught up in some of the mired wrought iron.
My phone flies out of my hand.
I tumble down the rest of the stairs, hitting my head on one of the last steps.
Everything goes black.
Where in the hell is Willa?
It’s closing in on two o’clock, and she’s still not home yet. I got back a couple of hours ago. She did tell me she’d be back in time for us to spend the afternoon together, right?
Yep, she did.
