Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
CHAPTER 13
                          
I was utterly shocked. When you look at someone, you never really think about what shit he or she has overcome. Jacob seemed so confident and happy; I would've never guessed that he had gone through something like this.
                          
I scooted my body closer to him, wrapping my arms around him. I didn't think it was fair that someone should have to live with something like that. I didn't want to say, "I'm sorry," because I'm sure he had gotten enough of that at the funeral. I could only imagine how annoying and redundant the phrase must sound to him. I just rested my head on his chest. He placed one hand on my neck and used the other to cover his face as he began to cry.
                          
I didn't say anything. I just let him cry for a few minutes. I could tell he had been in need of a good emotional release because the tears just continued to roll down. Some of them dropped onto my leg. I just rubbed the tear in, patiently waiting.
                          
"He was such a fucking good kid." He choked out in between sobs. I looked up at his face. Jacob removed his hand from my neck, to cover the other side of his face, shielding it from me. He was done crying but I could hear him sniffling. I didn't know what thoughts were running through his head but I knew they weren't pleasant.
                          
"Listen to me," I said adjusting my body to sit up. I pulled his hands away from his face and wiped off some streaks that were left. I could feel a slight breeze picking up, blowing my hair.
                          
Despite the relatively short amount of time we had spent together, the time that was spent with one another was well used. I felt like no time was wasted with him. Every time he took me out we did something fun and I always learned more about him. I hadn't even realized until this very moment how fond I was of him. It was hard to believe that I liked him so much, considering in the past all my relationships with guys never lasted longer than a week or two.
                          
            Now Jacob was looking at me, with red eyes that reflected regret and guilt.
                          
"That was not your fault. I'm not telling you so you'll feel better. I'm telling you the truth. I don't bullshit people okay? That was not your fault. You were involved but not responsible."
                          
"Yes, it is. My parents can't even spend time with me. They just pay off all my bills and let me do whatever I want now."
                          
"That's not you. That's them; they're still coping. You have to listen to me, Jacob. I'm an outside, unbiased opinion. It was not your fault. You didn't know what would have happened." I said trying to sound reassuring.
                          
"It still hurts," He mumbled, wiping his face. He focused his attention back to the ocean. The sky was now a light shade of blue and a pinkish orange was beginning to blend in. He cleared his throat and ran his hand through his damp hair. "Sorry to makes things depressing."
                          
"You don't have to apologize," I said softly. I really hope he doesn't think he was burdening me. "I've had my fair share of problems. I know what I've dealt with is petty high school, but if you need someone to talk to, I'm always willing to listen." I rested my hand on his shoulder.
                          
"Thanks." He leaned gently placing a kiss on my lips.
                          
He pulled back slightly, leaving about an inch of space between our lips. I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed the gap between us. He pushed me slightly, deepening the kiss. I could feel his warm tongue slide into my mouth. I leaned back, landing on my back with him on top of me. The warm sand hugged my body and I could feel some grains stick to my arms and legs. He was using one hand to hold himself up above me and the other was held in the crook of my neck.
                          
I pulled back to catch my breath. My eyes fluttered open.
                          
"How is it that I've never talked about that with anyone?" he whispered so quietly that if the waves were any louder I wouldn't have been able to hear.