Prologue

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.

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