Promises

Chapter 3 ~ The Beach

I felt my shoes sink into the wet sand. Leaving my backpack on the ground, I ran happily up to the salt infused water. The world smelled of sea salt and the clear water turned silver the more you look out at it.

Splashes of water lapped at the point where land meets sea and I childishly ran away from the spray, not wanting to get wet. I pressed the camera icon on my phone and captured the scenery, freezing time onto my memory.

I walked back to my backpack, a layer of sand now covering the bottom. I brushed it off of the leather and I turned back, to embrace the sea once more.

Amidst the glittering blanket of blue, stood a figure. Elegent and staring off to sea. Her pink jacket was the same one she had worn the first time we met. The pale sundress flapped in the wind, synchronized with her hair. She turned around.

I saw her smile again and zoomed up my camera to freeze it in place before she turned to the sea again. She looked relaxed as ever and spread out her arms, embracing the fresh spray. I noticed a multicolored keychain attached to her small purse and decided to include that in the photoshoot as well.

~~reality~~

I tried to work on the pocket watch again. I pinched my tweezers around another gear and looked at the picture on my phone, showing the inner workings of the small heirloom.

I pressed the piece into place between a knob and a gray colored gear. It seemed to be the same as the diagram but I zoomed in on the area to check.

When my fingers spread the picture, the touchscreen only calibrated one touch; I ended up swiping to a while knew picture instead of zooming on the original. Which, to be honest, wasn't a bad thing.

A picture of her face appeared. The one I took on the beach. Her hair was out of her face and blowing away in the wind that I had froze in picture. Her lips were curled to form a perfectly cute smile and her own phone was pressed on her chin.

I slowly swiped through many other pictures, all of her looking so simply happy.

I smiled at the pictures, in an unexplainable trance again, which put another stop to my pocket watch making process.

Not that I minded.