I nodded, I knew this, but it was easy, getting over Spencer, going on each day knowing she didn’t love me, not being able to touch her or see her whenever I wanted, that was hard. “I don’t know how Ky. It seems so hard. I don’t even know where to begin”

“I’m not saying it will be easy, but you can’t keep doing this. You’ve had it hard ash I know, you’ve had a lot of crap in your life, but so have a lot of people, now its time for you to get up again, on your own because I’m running out of strength here ash, I cant keep picking you up every time you fall down” she said softly ash she ran her fingers through my hair

I blinked away tears “I know” my voice cracked and I cleared my throat “I know” I whispered again

And I did know, and I showed Kyla that I knew too.

It wasn’t easy at first. I stopped drinking but I was still in bed and doing nothing with my life. Then one day I went out for a walk, that’s when I met Mickey. Or Michele. Or Shell if you want to annoy her.

I was down the beach, I was walking towards my spot when I noticed someone else there. She was younger then me, that I knew. She had brown hair, curly like mine. She was dressed in a pair of old jeans, worn out chucks and a black hoodie.

“You in my spot” I said as I got closer. I scared her because she just up about three feet in the air. She looked at me quickly before putting her head down a mumbling a quick sorry out.

“It’s ok, not like I own the beach” I said with a shrug, she nodded the mumbled something about leaving and turning to walk away.

“You ok kid?” I asked her, she turned offered a small smile and left, not giving me an answer.

I went back there everyday after that, and she was there. Only these times, I waited until she left before going over there. She still wore the exact same thing. After 4 days I decided to talk her again.