Strings Of Harmony

♫36♫ My Confession

Chapter Thirty-Six

My Confession

 

I practically ran to the beach as I tried to calm down my racing heart.

How did Carson know of my address? Last time I checked, I never told him where I lived.

“Are you okay, Juliet?” asked Harrison, as he tried to catch up to me.

I ran up to the ocean shore and then stopped. I gazed out into the vast openness of the water and tried to compose myself.

I closed my eyes and felt the soft breeze tickle my neck as it blew tendrils of my hair onto my face.

“Juliet?” I heard Harrison ask, hesitantly.

“Shh,” I said, putting an index finger to my lips. My eyes were still closed as I tried to imagine myself as a bird; flying over the vast Pacific Ocean, leaving all my troubles and memories behind.

I tried to shake the image of Carson out of my head, but it was no use. Like a dog trying to get his treat, his face kept popping into my head.

I felt my eyes prickle with un-spilled tears as I felt my knees buckle and before I knew it, I found myself sitting on the sand, crying.

Harrison looked uneasily at me and slowly lowered himself down onto the ground beside me.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally said, “I know I may not know you that well, but if you want to talk about it, just know that I’m willing to hear you out.”

I nodded but still kept my head hung between my legs as I stared at the sand.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I lifted my head up from my legs and then sighed. “I saw him again. And by ‘him,’ I mean the guy that I liked.”

“Oh. Did you guys used to date?”

I shook my head. “We’re more like sworn enemies.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I met him here, actually,” I said, as I gestured towards the beach. “He was pretty mean to me. I got on his nerves and he got on my nerves…we basically avoided each other as much as possible and of the few times we’ve been together, we ended up hurling insults at each other and dedicating crazily offending songs to one another.” I couldn’t help but a smile a little at the memory. But it quickly subsided when I thought back to the time of the party.

“But then during this one night…he said he liked me. And I guess I freaked out because at the time, I thought I had liked his friend. So…I dated his friend for a while but I found myself wanting him, the boy whom I absolutely could not stand; ironic, isn’t it?” I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll say.”

I sighed. “I broke his heart; his best friend, I mean, when he realized he loved a girl who was in love with someone else. So I guess you could say we broke it off. But the thing was, after we broke up, I didn’t feel sad…at least, not the supposed ‘heart-wrenching, I’m-gonna-drown-myself-in-chocolates’ kind of feeling. Rather, I only felt sad because I lost him as a friend and that I hurt him.

“You know what’s really funny? I used to watch those dramas on TV where there’s like a serious love triangle going on—where one girl would find herself stuck between two boys: the sweet, romantic boy who was head-over-heels in love with her, and the dimwitted, good-for-nothing asshole—and I think to myself, ‘Wow, this girl is insanely stupid for not wanting such a sweet guy.’ I mean, what could you possibly see in a boy who infuriates you to no end, who calls you a ‘bitch’ for no reason, and who treats you like trash? I just don’t get it.