I watched the waves hit the rocks and turn into a thousand pieces. I don't like this place. It brings back memories I don't want to remember. It reminds me of one of the darkest times of my life. But darkest times show us the brightest light.

This is place where both the most beautiful moments of my life happened as well as the worst...

A storm is brewing far in the horizon. The wind is strong. It pulled back my bangs and made my clothes stick to my frame.

I don't like any of this. I hate this wind. I hate this storm. I hate this blabbering ocean. I hate this stupid light house without no light. I hate everything. I hate everyone.

No that's not true. I like her. I like those rocks below where we first met. I like those moments I spent with her. Yes she's the bright light in my dark life.

She lit up every moment I spent with her. And then she left me sadder than ever in every other second,the seconds that she's not with me. I realized how much I had missed her all this time. Would she remember me? Perhaps. But what would be my place in her mind ? I guess I haven't left a good impression on her, after all I had left without a word.

I leaned on the railings as I watched rocks below. These rocks once formed a bridge, she had told me. Some of the rocks were broken and the bridge wasn't in the best shape even then. But now it had even more gap between each boulder.

What was I expecting to see here? For her to be sitting there? Who am I trying to fool? She's probably busy. Perhaps she's studying somewhere far away. Perhaps she have started working somewhere . Either way she's not going to come here. How can she have time to wander around now?

I sighed. I realized that perhaps meeting her was the sole purpose of this trip.

I want to know more about her. I actually know nothing about her. Neither her name, nor her age. I don't where she lived or studied. I don't know anything that can help me find her.

All I knew was that she doesn't hate me. That she doesn't mind hanging out with me. That she didn't like her family, much similar to me. I knew that something made her upset many days.

She didn't know much about me either. But she knew the perfect words to say, always. She knew how to comfort me. She knew not to take pity on me. She some how even knew exactly what I've been thinking off. And she knew how to take my mind off it.

She don't speak much or laugh a lot. I don't think she'll come off as a ray of sunshine but to me she was.

Sometimes all she would say in a day would be a 'hey'. But sometimes she'll ramble on and on about something in a very poetic way. I never understood anything at those times. Sometimes she'll sing beautiful melodies, that made me wonder if this is how the song of Sirens feel like .

Her voice was pleasant .I told her that once. But that somehow made her upset so I never said that again . "That's because I rarely speak, haiyang" She had told me.

Haiyang. That's what she called me. It's far from my name but I like it. She decided to call me that since I told her that I won't tell her my name until she told me her's. "Haiyang, because I found you near the oceans" she had lightly laughed. It was a pleasant sight.

I didn't know what it meant that time. But now I do. Haiyang means ocean in Chinese. I had found it out lately and it made me wonder how she knew it at that age.

I don't know. But I want to. Would I ever get a chance to find out? I don't know. I hope I will. I hope I can find her before I go back.

I Hope.

Hi,

Nico speaking

(or typing, or whatever )

It's nice to meet you guys and gals or whatever the hell you might be. Now... let's imagine you introduced yourself. Cool. So let's also pretend I'm making some small talk. Formalities blah blah blah. Pleasantaries blah blah blah. Okay now that we're done with that .

Let's get one thing straight. I'm not. So if you have any weird phobias get out of my face. And to be truthful I refuse to believe there's no such thing as a "homo" phobia. I mean I major in psychology for crying out loud. I know what a phobia is. And if you aren't afraid of it, it's not a phobia. If you don't like people doing what they love, don't call it a phobia. It's just narrow minded thinking and until this point no one has invented any medicine to cure it.

(Seriously if someone ever invented such a thing and force fed it to everyone, half the problem in the world or perhaps all of them, will be solved.)

Okay that wasn't a very nice introduction, was it? Never mind. I'll start over.

Hi I'm Nico. Currently a guy. Enjoying the privileges of being 21, like you know staying out after 10 pm. Major in Psychology, minor in Art. Single (that is if you don't consider cats as a life partner, I personally think that's enough for me.) So yeah I'm a single pringle, ready for mingle If you need to talk to someone that is. I do not plan on getting into a relationship now. Too much trouble.

Oh and I guess I should explain why I said I'm currently a guy. See I'm gender fluid. I will switch between being a girl or a guy or being agender from time to time. And no I don't control my gender. Physically I'm a guy. I'm okay with that. (Piece of advice, don't go around asking gender fluid peeps their true gender, it irritates most. I'm very used to explaining,so I'm an exception.)

And since we talked about that I suppose I should say I'm pan.( Incase you don't know what that is , Pan is the short for pansexual. It means someone who is attracted to people regardless of their gender.)

I suppose I should also describe my appearance? To describe myself in two words , I'm hot. And no I'm not bragging. How do I know? I have eyes. Also I can see the way people react. I know it sounds pretty much like showing off but why should I underappreciate myself?

Now describing myself in detail? That's a tough job. I change a lot. Until last week I had sorta longish black hair which almost touched my shoulders. Last week I got a new hair do. Now I go an undercut on one side and the rest of my hair comes to my ears. I had also dyed it partially purple. But now the shaved side is a bit grown and it's black perhaps I can color some of it too, idk . My eyes are almond shaped and sea green.

I guess I left out the weirdest yet one of the most important thing about me. I see things. yeah I know it sounds crazy but I'm not. But I do know some who went crazy because of that. And the only reason I didn't go crazy yet is because I only see shadows, unlike most of the others who see the whole picture whatever that is.

Anyway that's a start on my crazy life. And trust me this is nothing but a drop in the ocean. If you carry on, you will see how much more crazier it could get.

"Cut it. Yo author? Stop sleeping you idiot. Is this long enough for you? Even if it's not I don't care. This feels so stupid, talking alone and all. And you won't even.... Wait ,Wait, wait. Why is the mic still on? I said cut. Cuuuut it!! You dummy, uuhhh. Where the... Oh God we're still streaming. Why did I even... "

Morgan, My best friend and the palatonic love of my life, screamed behind me as I took a sharp turn. Then she proceeded to call me names that would make my mother want to wash her mouth with dish soap (And my mother is one of those elegant upper class ladies who swears as much a pirate, but with a bit more style) So I won't reapeat what she said,trust me you don't want to hear that .

She had lost her scarf. Why does she even wear them? They serve no purpose but I would rather jump off a cliff than question her fashion choices. It should have been the one I gifted her, and unfortunately one of her favorites. Now you might think she'll cut me some slack because I'm her best friend, who gifted it to her, but that's next to impossible. Thank God she's yet to notice . I just hope she won't realize it flew away because of my magnificent driving. Incase she does, you are all invited to my funeral.

"Nico, you bastard ! slow down. I will fly off if you take another turn like that "

I didn't reply. Slow down? I have to drop her before going to the professor's. And I'm bound to be late by 5 minutes no matter how fast I go. The meter showed that I'm going at maximum speed, so there is no way I can go any faster. Slowing down is not even an option.

I almost hit an old granny, crossing the street. I didn't hit her, but I think I gave her a heart attack. That granny probably won't get out of house any time soon for the fear of it.

And just my luck, a police car is right in front . There is no way they're going to let me off when I'm going way over the speed limit, also they saw the granny. Best case scenario I will get a ticket and a lecture. Worst case scenario I will be taken to the police station. That's so not happening. I didn't stop.

Needless to say I was chased by police . Morgan cursed more. It was her first day.

"why did you not stop? "

"You will be late"

"You son of a- Do you even know what the hell is happening? We're being chased by cops. You could have just - look - We are going to be in so much trouble "

Yeah but if I don't get in time I'm going to be in a much bigger trouble, My sweet old mother's Wrath. See she had promised professor Bradworth that I'll be there in his house sharp 10. Now he probably won't mind since I'm the one doing a favor, but my mom, does. She thinks it's an absolute disgrace to get somewhere a moment late.

Now I'm not that afraid of the normal day to day squabbles, but this is different. She thinks this prof, is some great guy(he wrote some books, I don't even bother to read. I'm a reader, yes, but I don't read such bullshit) And she takes it a honour that I could work together with him. And if I get late she will take my motorcycle. (Very unfair since I brought it with my own hard earned money) seriously I can't think of a life without my sweet ride.

The cops where starting to lose us. Great. We reached Morgan's new college,way too early for her. But I still had to speed to reach my target.