The waves

The thing about this city that I dislike is that it's very noisy. When I woke up and went under the water that came out of the shower to take a bath, I could hear the sound of water flushing over the toilet flush and drain above me. I came out from under the shower, stood in front of my mirror and put on my clothes, and I could hear the noise from the floor above me. I have no idea what it might be, but it's probably a boy playing football.

I stared at myself, at my reflection, and my hands slowly moved the buttons of my shirt one by one. It felt like an eternity, and in the end, I realized one button on my shirt was small. I try to focus on it as much as possible by unbuttoning it again. My mind feels hard, and my chest tightens. I am familiar with this feeling, a combination of anxiety and anger and sadness. Her face appeared in my mind, and her name kept repeating. Maya, Maya, Maya. I can hear saying sorry and sorry.

I got out of my house and ran to the elevator with the keys. I looked at my watch and was surprised; I was already late. I can hear my boss giving me lectures on how irresponsible I am and how he can fire me. The elevator finally arrives, and I push those buttons again to reach my office.

I feel sluggish to open my door; I walk down the street, cars constantly move, and some friends play music. I walked past him as the memory of Maya floated in my mind. She loved to listen to music, and we listened to music together with earphones on. But everything went messed up. This beautiful mess that can't last screams everywhere. I was annoyed by the song, I took to the streets, but it got worse. I can see couples walking hand in hand on the sidewalk on the roadside. My heartbeat increased, and I was sweating in frustration.

As the sun goes down, everything slows down, and people return home. I am talking to myself while lying on the sand of the red beach and looking at the pink clouds in the light purple sky. I run my hand through the sand, and the sand grains feel my fingers. The waves are crashing on the shore and roaring, and I can see the light of a big ship in the distance shining against the seafloor. I thought we'd be together for a lifetime, but maybe, I was just a jerk.

I texted her, but I don't know why she didn't reply. I hope everything is different, but really everything was different, and I think it's okay. The waves were crashing against the shore, and the breeze was blowing. But I could not feel the relief of breathing in the beautiful air of the sea.