Watching the proverbial sunset, clutching a stainless silver heart shaped necklace with a crystal on it's top right corner, Dylan was sitting on a slightly worn out wooden bench by the beach. Just a mere 3 years and 2 months ago, this very necklace he was gripping so tightly belonged to a girl named Sarah. Just the memory of what had happened that very night where she never opened her eyes again, made Dylan start to tear. A thumb swept the teardrop off his cheek, and it wasn't his. An arm slung around Dylan's shoulder, which made him afford a faint smile. "I didn't even get to tell her how much she meant to me." Inevitable tears started to form on the lower lid of his eyes. "I didn't even get to tell her how much I loved her!" This time, crystal tears streamed down Dylan's perfect skinned cheeks. "It's alright Dylan. She's watching you from heaven at this very moment and hears everything you are saying. I'm sure she wouldn't want to see you in this state." Angela whispered. "It wasn't supposed to end that way! If only I hadn't done what I had that night..." Dylan let his voice trail off into the sound of the crashing waves. Angela, realizing that whatever she said next wouldn't help Dylan overcome the sorrow and guilt he bore inside, gave him a lasting fuzzy side hug. "Thanks." His lip curled as he struggled to hold back the stream of tears.
The sun had already sunk into the vast horizon before they realized how their stomachs had been crying out desperately for food to digest. Angela pounced up from the wooden bench. "Let me take you to where they serve the best grilled chicken!" She requested. "Alright. Aston's?" He questioned as he slowly stood up brushing the back of his faded blue jeans. "Wrong! I'm not telling you! You're just going to have to let me drive." Angela hinted as she looked in the direction of a bright red BMW, only returning to look at Dylan after a good 3 seconds. Her eyes went into a single line as she gave an ear to ear smile. With no chance so as to avoid her gaze, feeling defeated before he even knew it, pulled out the car keys from his left pocket and tossed them in Angela's direction. "I'm not even gonna tell you how valuable this car is. You already know it." "Yay!" Angela exclaimed, seemingly brushing off what Dylan had just said, rushed to the driver's seat of the red convertible. With Dylan right behind her, he slid across the hood and hopped into the passenger's seat in an instant. Angel's seat belt made a click noise followed by Dylan's. As he looked up towards Angela, she gave a wide grin that hid her eyes again. Before Dylan could even say a word, Angela unlocked the breaks and stepped on the accelerator.
After 15 minutes of cruising down a straight road, but what seemed like eternity to Dylan had finally come to a halt. They stopped directly in front of a white bungalow with brown roof tiling. The lush green garden mixed with a vibrant mass of flowers still seemed to be so lively under the poor lighting of the purple night sky. As they both stepped out of the expensive piece of machinery, a huge golden retriever rushed out from the garden to greet them. "Hey there big fella! Where's aunt Susan?" Angela questioned the dog while ruffling it behind its ears. "Angelaaaaaa dear! You didn't tell me you were coming! Oh, lovely friend you got here." Susan walked out of the garden following the dog's trail and turning her attention to Dylan after a one sided conversation with Angela. "And you might be...." Susan let her voice trail off to let Dylan finish the sentence. "Dylan." He stook his hand out offering a handshake to Susan. Susan looked down at his handshake offer and returned her gaze onto Dylan's face. "Oh come on now, don't insult me!" Susan offered a hug in return and Dylan gracefully accepted it. Upon separating, Susan whispered to Dylan, "Angela has been telling me things about you." Without a second of delay, Susan turned her attention back to Angela. "Dinner is ready at the back. It's day of the month for grilled chicken again! Help yourselves to the feast awaiting!" Susan led the way around the house to the back of the garden where they were greeted by the aroma of freshly grilled chicken. End of story, no hidden meanings to this. My hand itchy only. | 
