He didn't normally get seasick.
This, however, seemed to be the exception.
Months at sea seemed to have broken through his resistance and he had just finished heaving his guts over the side of the ship.
He ended up flat on his back, staring up at the pristine sky.(more) There was Orion, it looked like, and the Big Dipper.
As he laid there, starlight pouring down onto his face, the light of a million dead suns glinting in his eyes, a pair of hands covered his face and he felt a soft kiss, like a butterfly perching and then taking off.
"Why don't you love me?"
Always the same old line.
"I don't love you."
The hands vanished from his face and he looked up, and saw her standing over him.
She never looked hurt when he said that.
She repeated herself,
"Why don't you love me?"
Their eyes met, for a second.
The flash of bright blue shook him and he looked away, quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid the well-hidden anguish she felt.
She leaned casually against the side of the boat, the spray of the ocean creating a shining halo around her head.
"You still haven't told me why."
He picked himself up and looked away, up at the bright, uncaring stars, at anywhere but her.
"I've told you. I've made promises. I've given my heart to someone else and I can't get it back."
She bit her lip and gazed out at the ocean. He glanced over quickly and saw she was crying freely, the tears flowing off her face in the wind, melting into the sea.
"What's your greatest regret?"
He shut his eyes tightly, trying to hold back the tears that flowed out regardless.
"That I don't love you."(less)
Amelia groaned as the pain of tripping and scraping various parts of her body settled in. She was breathing heavily; she wasn't sure how long she'd been running. All she knew was that she had to get as far away as possible, before the school officials (And eventually the(more) police) came after her.
Still, she was exhausted. She figured it would be okay if she stayed there for a few minutes, relax and catch her breath. Then she heard something nearby. Fueled by fear, Amelia sprung up on her feet, her eyes in the direction of the noise.
It was an older woman, probably middle-aged. Her dark hair had streaks of white in it, her caramel colored skin had only a few lines, and her face and eyes contained a smile.
"Greetings, child," said the woman to Amelia. "What brings you here?"
"I--uhm--just taking a walk through the woods," Amelia lied lamely.
"More like a run," the woman said bluntly, still smiling. She looked Amelia up and down, seeming to take in every little detail. "I see."
Amelia wasn't sure what the woman saw, but she didn't want to stay to find out. "Well, I'll be on my way then..."
"Oh, no, that won't do," said the woman, coming towards her. She took Amelia by the arm and guided her towards the enormous tree whose root Amelia had tripped over earlier. "If you're about to embark on a journey, you'll need to be prepared, and I know just what you need. I was once in your shoes..."(less)