Hunt for Love - Mel Afoa

 

Im standing on a beach, the brown, crumbly sand tickling my bare toes. My long dress is flying in the wind's breeze, my hair running after the dress, pushed by the wind. The sky is but a blue and light-orange blanket, with pink and yellow blended within. The cream-white clouds are slowly decreasing in size with the moon slowly appearing behind. The sun is setting, its golden light slowly dissapearing from the earth, about to rest whilst the small white moon gets ready to fulfill its post.
The wind is whispering, its breath forcing my hair to wave viciously like the ocean before me. It pushes me towards the sea, wiping away the footprints i make in the sand as i walk towards the darkening ocean. Smiling as i dip my feet into the water, i close my eyes, eyesight of the peaceful atmosphere disapearing. I wade into the water, stopping knee-lengthed. My hands move simultaniously as i gently feel the water, feeling how cold and smooth it feels through my finger tips. The wind is blowing softly yet roughly, as if messaging both my body and calming my soul.

Im wishing that life was like this, life was peaceful. Im wishing that i had no issues with mum, no problems with friends. I wish i was free to follow my dreams, free to achieve my goals without the pressure of complications barrickading the road.
I sigh, the water turning more icy if ever possible, the wind starting to blow harsh once more. I can hear a faint voice. Faint, yet audible. I can hear someone saying something as i wade through the dark ocean. Slowly opening my eyes, i look around. Nothing but the landscape of the picturesque island and the sand-filled, rockless beach fill my vision. I look towards the slowly darkening sky blanket above, suprised to see small birds chasing each other through its twilight horizon.
Suddenly, as i push towards the beach, the wind blows harsh and ferociously until i fall gently onto the golden-brown sand. I look for a sign of a spirit, i look for any signs of movement on the beach, but my light-green eyes reveal nothing. I close my eyes for a split second, imagining the dangers of being alone forever on this small closed beach. A single word, name, comes floating through the blackness.

Xavier.

A voice is then heard, smooth and gentle. In a laughing tone, it says the word again, only louder.

Xavier.

The word is floating, white in black.

What is it? Xavier. Is it a name? A person? A sign?

Opening my eyes, i look into the horizon. I blame the quietness for my delusional thinking. A part of me sighs, knowing deep down i wished it to be my soulmate. Something deep within tells me its connections with love is possible. I look up at the small island landscape with wonder, picking up the sand with on ehand as i investigate further with the name. I close my eyes again, and the name continues to drown my thoughts.

Xavier, Xavier...

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