The Last Goodbye

We were running.

The weather had caught up with us and decided to open back up the clouds and rain. It was so bad that it started to cloud my visions. I was cold, I somehow lost a shoe along the way, and as hard I as I tried to forget I knew exactly where I was. Instead of staggering to my house with a boy who wasn't my date or a boy.

I decided to head towards the pier. It was common for boats to dock down there. At first it seemed like a good idea to go and sit in the boat's cabin till the weather cleared completely. I could tell we were near because, of the water and I could barely see the tall wooden lamppost.

"Yes this is the perfect time to go sailing." Harry said. I ignored his snarky comment and read the huge white sign

"CLOSED"
7am-8pm
"The gates locked." I said pulling on the chain that was attached to the short metal bars that was our only entrance. Harry grabbed the lock on the gate and pulled it back once. And like string it easily broke. I can now add drinking and trespassing to my list...perfect.

I counted the number of boats I passed, but that didn't matter because I had forgotten which row it was in. It was raining and dark so to me all the boats looked similar. Luckily I remembered my dad's boat had a phrase written on the side of it, Mi Trova In Aqua.

Small wooden steps were placed next to it to lead to it. Next to the steps was a red ceramic gnome that my dad kept a pair of spare keys. Once I had gotten the keys out I unlocked the door. I had easily forgotten how small the inside was.

The light from the outside helped me guide my way around and to find a better source of light. Sitting on the floor I found a green battery powered lantern. The cabin portion of the boat was long and narrow.
The only way we could fit I had to sit on my knees while Harry's legs stretched from one part of the wall to the other. There was shelves on the wall that contained numerous items. I was looking for something like a towel or a t-shirt so that we could dry of. My dress felt heavier and not mention I was still barefoot.

Harry tossed a red wool blanket over to me. "What about you?" I asked him.

"I'm fine just take it." He insisted. I grabbed the quilt from his hands and wrapped it around myself. I could see outside out of a port hole that the sky was getting darker by the second. It was a purple and black blanketed with stars that set against the dark blue turquoise water.

"Does your family come here often?" Harry asked me.

"Both my mom and sister hate boats. This was something that my dad and I use to do together." I told him.

"Use too? Why did you stop?"

"I would wake up early and run down here to meet him. After awhile he stopped coming." I explained. "But I'd still come out here and-" my voice trailed off.

"And what?" He asked. "It's kind of a weird thing to say." "Now I really have to know." He insisted.

"I use to draw this person I imagined." I said lamely. "Like an imaginary friend?" Harry laughed. I rolled my eyes. "A real person."

"So the sketch pad is out here?" He asked me.

"Yeah." I answered. Immediately he started searching the shelf that hung on the wall. Knocking down books, maps until finally pulled out a brown leather bound sketch book. I lunged for it to try and knock it out if his hands, be he held the book in one hand in the air.
"Give it back Harry!"
"Not till I look in it first." He grinned. I pulled myself away and sat back down on my knees.

"You're an ass just know that." I told him.

"Thank you." Once he started looking through the book his easy smile vanished. "When did you say you did this?"

"Last summer I don't remember. Why?" He turned the book around so that the pages would face me. He held it up and flipped through. "Because all these pictures are me." He let out a humorless laugh.

"It couldn't be those are just random sketches." I said. Harry turned to a picture that I drew of a hand and then held up his. Next he turned to a picture of an eye with the iris colored in green. I'd have to admit that it looked similar to his. The last drawing he showed me was a drawing of lower half of a neck that went little further past the clavicle bone, and two birds were drawn on either side.
He pulled down a part of his shirt and the two exact birds were identical to the ones on his chest.

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