My Hiding Place.

This is just a short creative writing, I hope you enjoy it!

Thoughts of you slithered their way back into my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get them to leave me alone, and I wasn't entirely sure I wanted them to. 

I went to my hiding place. The cool spring breeze stroked my face and toyed with my hair as I paced along the low cliffs by the rushing river. This little place was my escape from the rest of the world. I sat down on the edge of a cliff and stared into the inviting, dark waters below me.

Dozens of small rocks were scattered around me. I picked one up and examined it carefully. Dark grey with speckles of black peppered across it's nearly spherical surface. The color reminded me of a moment I shared with you. A happy memory. I threw the rock as far out into the currant as I could, and watched it splash into the water, never to resurface.

Soon I was tossing rock after rock after rock into the cold water below me. I would pick each one up, examine it, and throw it out as far as possible. Brown ones, black ones, and more grey ones. Each a different shape and decorated differently.

With every rock I threw, I tossed a thought of you away with it. Your eyes, your smile, your voice, your kindness, your caring nature, your humor, your perseverance. Every detail of you. Everything I admire about you. Gone in an instant.

With a long sigh I picked myself up, brushed myself off and began to walk away. With every pace I felt my heart growing more and more distant from you. I felt the butterflies in my stomach fly away. The ache in my chest felt as if I was being ripped apart piece by piece. Breathing became harder and soon I felt suffocated by loss of you.

I turned and ran back down the rocky path towards the cliffs. Without hesitation I sprinted across the cliff that was my hiding place and leaped out into the dark currant. Water rushed into my lungs. Coldness tightened my muscles and it was impossible for me to see through the murky water. 

Details of you returned to my mind. The way you walked. The way you talked. The little spark you get in your eye when you talk about something you're passionate about. The music of your laughter. Everything I tried so hard to forget. Every rock found it's way back to me. 

I couldn't leave my rocks. I couldn't survive without them.

I never resurfaced.