Butterflies

She put her pencil down. The blond hair that once shone brightly in the sunlight glinted faintly from the glow of the industrial lights.

Memories of the summer danced around in her head, taunting her with the bliss of ignorance. How simple life was then. She remembered bonfires on the beach, the stale taste of beer on his tongue; fireflies illuminating the night. The never ending feeling of no tomorrow. No schoolwork, no drama, no parents. Just... life. There was nothing but life in store for her. Waking up at noon, spending the day with him on the beach. His slender fingers tapping light patterns onto her flat, tan stomach. Letting the cool, sea breeze brush across their hot skin, offering relief from the warm summer day. Her hair would slightly knot, the eyeliner would smudge below her eyes. Soft kisses, light as butterflies wings, would be exchanged under the pale moonlight that night, the fire burning bright and red in the background.

But all good things must soon come to an end. Two wonderful months together had come and gone, and all it ended with was a quick kiss and a wave from a ferry. Back to their lives they went. The surreality was over.