Parking the bike by the road, she walked the short distance to the guy sitting on the ledge looking over the shore. Slinging muscualr legs, she perched herself beside him accepting the joint from his outstretched hand. Dragging a long one, breathing it in like he taught and she blows out the smoke from the side of her sculpted lips slowly.
"You need more than one? Or are you good?" asks the guy. Taking one more long drag just looking at the ocean she gives it back to him with a smile. "Looks like I did take more than one, but no more, gotta a date I need to ride out for." She says.
Taking a drag for himself letting the breeze settles around them he asks, "So he is the new muse, now? The one in the back of your mind when you write up?" With a sudden chuckle she questions, "Predictable aren't I?" To which he simply looks at her and replies, "As predictable as the weather out there." "You know it's true I started writing because of the guy with the scar on his nose, but not anymore. I found myself a someone who makes my scars heal. The neglected invisible ones over years." she says looking at the blue reminiscing something. The guy asks one last question that's been nagging him, "So he's the one? The guy of your dreams?" Letting out a chuckle and hopping down the ledge she gives him a sweet smile saying, "I don't know if he is but he sure treats me like I am his One. So I better leave now and know more of my could be One."
"So, I'll see you around. Don't get home late." she says slowly backing away from the blue, the ledge and him.
The guy just stares at her and waves her back one final goodbye, when she tears along the coast road.
Wishing she reached safe, wherever that is.
For its been a year and a half since she went but never got to meet her guy but came back home in a coffin.
Wishing he'd been her guy all along for she had been His, in mind, heart and soul except she never knew that.
Wishing he had a bit more time with her.