Trust and Thunderstorms
The little girl and little boy were both far away from home. They met one day on the beach under the sun in this land that was familiar to him, but completely new to her. He showed her the best waves and how to chase the birds. They laughed together one day they outran a thunderstorm chasing after them. He took her by the hand and told her to "Hurry!" She could tell then that he didn't want anything to hurt her. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her.
While they spend the next years playing together in the sand, they began to build a sandcastle together. They put up steeples and moats and flags and small rocks for paths. Spending more time together, the castle got more and more elaborate, and stronger and stronger. It was becoming something really special. And people were starting to take notice.
But after a while the little boy seemed to not be as intersted in their sand castle. He met other little boys and they ran around the beach together, throwing rocks and causing trouble. Often they would run so far down the beach that she couldn't see him anymore.
The waves were always there. Their castle was close to the where they would come up when the tide was in. When they had both been tending the castle, it was easy to keep up with the waves destruction. They would take it as a challenge to build something bigger and better where the waves had knocked that part down.
But now that she was often alone at the castle, it was more difficult. Perhaps if she'd given it all of her time, she might have been able to keep up. But it just wasn't as fun without him. And she would spend those hours wondering where he'd gone to this time as the waves lapped at the foundations of their castle.
He started to be gone more and more. And she neglected the castle more and more. Now it was not only torn down by the salty waves, but also by the salty tears she cried when he left her there alone.
One days she went for a walk down the beach, leaving the castle for a while. She found friends of her own who made her feel a little happier. But she missed him. And went back to the castle to look for him again.
When it came into view, she could see him there. But he wasn't alone. And he wasn't with the other little boys. He was with a little dark haired girl. And as she saw them together, they kicked the castle down, laughing. They rolled in the sand that had been their castle. They kicked down the little flags they'd found together. They scattered the rocks. They coaxed the waves to come closer and play with their hands as they slapped at the sides of the castle. It took them only minutes to destroy what they had taken years to build together.
The little girl just watched. Her heart was breaking. It was all she could do to function. It was all she could do to sit just out of reach of the waves to keep them from taking her away, too. She sat there for a very long time, long after they'd run off together down the beach. He didn't even look back at her when they left. As they were leaving, he saw him comforting her as she cried about something. He saw him helping her move her beach towel to a new place. He saw her spending nights and days talking to her. He saw him invite her to where their castle had been. She tried not to look but it was as if she needed to see, despite the crumbling she continued to feel inside.
When she ran into him on the beach, even if he was alone, it was all she could do to not cry. Sometimes they'd start to rebuild a pile of sand together, with vauge dreams of another castle, maybe even stronger and better this time. But when she'd go away for a while, she'd come back to find his footprints there, and they were not alone, and the castles were all kicked over again.
She got tired of rebuilding them. She told him to stop trying if he was just going to kick it over again.
He seemed to want to keep trying, and they started again. This time the castle got to the largest it had been since he had destroyed it with his other girlfriend. They were spending more time together. By this time they'd moved far apart and it was harder to find time to build their castle together. But they were working at it. She was struggling more than she'd expected. After seeing her work and effort destroyed so many times, it was hard to even put in the time it took to build it up one more time. But she struggled to do it. She struggled to build the castle and she struggled to forgive him for destroying it so many times.
She was still struggling a lot when she found him one day causually walking down the beach with the dark haired girl. She saw them headed for their castle, already a shadow of what it had once been. But he didn't see it. He was too busy laughing with the dark haired girl. It wasn't often that he laughed like that with her anymore.
And they walked right over it. The dark haired girl looked back at her, and at the pile of sand, and she laughed. She took the little boy's hand and kept pulling him away. And he kept going with her.
And the little girl walked up to their castle that was once again just a pile of sand. She didn't have the energy to build it again alone. Another thunderstorm came as she sat there crying and thinking about her unfaithful friend. The lightning struck near her as the raindrops mixed with her tears. Together, the drops flattened the rest of the castle. And she hurt.
While they spend the next years playing together in the sand, they began to build a sandcastle together. They put up steeples and moats and flags and small rocks for paths. Spending more time together, the castle got more and more elaborate, and stronger and stronger. It was becoming something really special. And people were starting to take notice.
But after a while the little boy seemed to not be as intersted in their sand castle. He met other little boys and they ran around the beach together, throwing rocks and causing trouble. Often they would run so far down the beach that she couldn't see him anymore.
The waves were always there. Their castle was close to the where they would come up when the tide was in. When they had both been tending the castle, it was easy to keep up with the waves destruction. They would take it as a challenge to build something bigger and better where the waves had knocked that part down.
But now that she was often alone at the castle, it was more difficult. Perhaps if she'd given it all of her time, she might have been able to keep up. But it just wasn't as fun without him. And she would spend those hours wondering where he'd gone to this time as the waves lapped at the foundations of their castle.
He started to be gone more and more. And she neglected the castle more and more. Now it was not only torn down by the salty waves, but also by the salty tears she cried when he left her there alone.
One days she went for a walk down the beach, leaving the castle for a while. She found friends of her own who made her feel a little happier. But she missed him. And went back to the castle to look for him again.
When it came into view, she could see him there. But he wasn't alone. And he wasn't with the other little boys. He was with a little dark haired girl. And as she saw them together, they kicked the castle down, laughing. They rolled in the sand that had been their castle. They kicked down the little flags they'd found together. They scattered the rocks. They coaxed the waves to come closer and play with their hands as they slapped at the sides of the castle. It took them only minutes to destroy what they had taken years to build together.
The little girl just watched. Her heart was breaking. It was all she could do to function. It was all she could do to sit just out of reach of the waves to keep them from taking her away, too. She sat there for a very long time, long after they'd run off together down the beach. He didn't even look back at her when they left. As they were leaving, he saw him comforting her as she cried about something. He saw him helping her move her beach towel to a new place. He saw her spending nights and days talking to her. He saw him invite her to where their castle had been. She tried not to look but it was as if she needed to see, despite the crumbling she continued to feel inside.
When she ran into him on the beach, even if he was alone, it was all she could do to not cry. Sometimes they'd start to rebuild a pile of sand together, with vauge dreams of another castle, maybe even stronger and better this time. But when she'd go away for a while, she'd come back to find his footprints there, and they were not alone, and the castles were all kicked over again.
She got tired of rebuilding them. She told him to stop trying if he was just going to kick it over again.
He seemed to want to keep trying, and they started again. This time the castle got to the largest it had been since he had destroyed it with his other girlfriend. They were spending more time together. By this time they'd moved far apart and it was harder to find time to build their castle together. But they were working at it. She was struggling more than she'd expected. After seeing her work and effort destroyed so many times, it was hard to even put in the time it took to build it up one more time. But she struggled to do it. She struggled to build the castle and she struggled to forgive him for destroying it so many times.
She was still struggling a lot when she found him one day causually walking down the beach with the dark haired girl. She saw them headed for their castle, already a shadow of what it had once been. But he didn't see it. He was too busy laughing with the dark haired girl. It wasn't often that he laughed like that with her anymore.
And they walked right over it. The dark haired girl looked back at her, and at the pile of sand, and she laughed. She took the little boy's hand and kept pulling him away. And he kept going with her.
And the little girl walked up to their castle that was once again just a pile of sand. She didn't have the energy to build it again alone. Another thunderstorm came as she sat there crying and thinking about her unfaithful friend. The lightning struck near her as the raindrops mixed with her tears. Together, the drops flattened the rest of the castle. And she hurt.
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