The second chance love

Macy

Riley

I breathe in the ocean air, smile as the wind lifts my hair and makes it dance around my head. Peace, that is what I feel at this moment as I stand at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the ocean below. I haven't been home in months, traveling with my family from one place to another, chasing each adventure we can find. I love to travel, but it never beats coming back here, to the place that I have come to call home. It is the only place I truly know, even though I have only been here for the past few years. Everything before this place is a blank page, not quite like nothing was written on it, but more like it has been erased, leaving dents where the words used to be, but nearly impossible to see what was there before. Well, almost everything is impossible to see aside from Him. I don't know why he is the only part of my past that I can remember, not that I can tell you his name or what he really meant to me. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he is only someone my mind made up, but I can remember his face. I can tell you every single detail. How his eyes are the lights blue, like the clearest part of the ocean, nearly blending into the white of his eyes. How his hair is a dark brown instead of pitch black when the sunlight hits it just right. His dimples when he smiles, something that I just know that he doesn't do a lot. The small scar just above his eyebrow is hardly visible. I wish I knew why he had that scar, but I have tried time and again to remember anything other than how he looks, but I have nothing.

"I knew I would find you here." Macy says from behind me, making me jump a little. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." She says, but I can hear the amusement in her voice.

"Sure you didn't." I say as I turn around and look at my sister. Her blonde hair is braided into tiny little braids, a few pieces dyed into all the colors of the rainbow. She is tall and so damn skinny that if I didn't know how much she eats, I would think that she is anorexic. Macy might not be my sister by blood, but you wouldn't know that by looking at us. Both of us have blonde hair, hers slightly lighter than mine, but with the color in her hair, it is hardly noticeable. We both have green eyes, mine once again slightly darker. She is taller than I am, but where she has the length, I have the curves.

"Have you packed yet?" She asks, but she knows I always wait until the very last second until I pack my bag. Tomorrow, we will be leaving for America. Not sure yet how I feel about going that far from home, but we plan on staying close to the coast, not willing to go too far from the ocean. Usually we only go inland for a few days at a time, but we all feel trapped, well, at least most of us. My brother Corbin is far too happy to be surrounded by tall buildings and noisy cars. It is mostly because of him that we go inland, but for the most part, we stay close to what we know.

"You know I haven't packed yet. I am not really sure how I feel about going to a completely different continent. Why did we think that this would be a good thing again?" I ask her, trying really hard to hold onto my pout, but with Macy around, it is nearly impossible. Macy gives me a broad smile and my pout slips. She takes her flowing dress in her hands and hops, yes she hops to me, making me laugh as her hair bounces, the headband holding on for dear life.

"I already told you. I met a man and I want to see where he came from. Maybe if we are lucky, we will bump into him." She says and I shake my head at her. Macy is not so curious about the strange man she met, with the sad eyes and hardened heart. No, she is interested in seeing what made him that way. Macy has a strange attraction to others' pain. The more they feel, the more she is attracted to them. The fact that she is dragging our asses halfway across the world after this man, makes me wonder how completely broken he really is.

"Tell me about this man again?" I ask her. Every time she has spoken about him, I have found something else far more interesting to keep my attention, knowing that we will be going after the man regardless of what I say. I will never let her go off without me. Someone has to keep her from going too far. Now that we are leaving soon, I want to know what is making this man so special that she booked our tickets without first consulting me.

"Oh, Riley. He is so beautiful. The second I saw him, his darkness pulled me in. I could feel such deep suffering coming from him that I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and protect him, not that he seems like the kind of man that needs protecting. I swear, the only thing about him that seems to be light is his crystal blue eyes, but even they were sad." The mention of blue eyes makes me think back to my mystery man, but I know there is no way she could be talking about him.

"You truly are the strangest one of us." I tell her with a shake of my head. I am leaving my home to chase after a stranger in the hopes of finding him. "How sure are you that we will even bump into him?" I ask her, making my way back to our little cottage.

"I told you, I saw him four months ago, when he was making his way here. I wanted to follow him then, but something told me I had to wait. I told him that if we ever saw each other again, he should join me for a night. And then two weeks ago, I saw him again, but this time, he looked different. More torn and like he has a bigger weight on his shoulders. I asked him if he found what he was looking for and he just looked at me with these dead eyes and shook his head before walking off. I saw the tag on his bag that said he was heading to Miami and I immediately booked our tickets. The fact that I actually bumped into him twice just tells me that we are meant to meet again." She says and I am once again shaking my head. Macy has always been the true free spirit between all of us. She is open-minded and kind hearted, always willing to help those around her, even complete strangers. She always says she can feel when a soul is good and only plagued by the terrible things of this world and, so far, she hasn't been wrong. Anyone that doesn't know her would think she is crazy and if I wasn't one of the people she saved, then I would've thought so too, but she is the reason I am probably alive.

"I have never doubted your supernatural abilities, but don't you think that this one might be going too far?" I ask her.

"No, I think I am going just far enough." She says and that is the end of it. I know I will follow her everywhere in this world, because losing the only family I have is just not an option.