Echoes of Her Disappearance

Chapter 1

A Return to Gray Shores

The seaside town hadn't changed so much, its looks the same as it is in six years. Juliet Johnson stepped off the bus, and went into the wind-swept gray that stretched across the shoreline like a sorrowful song she as sang in the past. The skies were brooding,in a low and thick mood, while the ocean beat itself against the rocks with relentless thunders tuning in the moods. The town had always been quiet, in the off-season shores, a ghost in waiting to welcome you. And Juliet, has now become a solitary artist, whose name floated in coastal galleries and whispered in art magazines, had returned not for inspiration to emerged, but for a wound she felt to never stopped nursing it for years to come.

Juliet had left as a girl in the past,being of privilege to have certain lifestyles, as Lewis Johnson's daughter, a Man with a reputation to uphold and a future not to be fix tears on,with her to write the right paths to follow. But she had lived another life that becomes displeasing, to the brief of his secretly planned path for her, passionately with a boy that life had beaten with it tunes of poor states, who wore no name tag of esteem attached to his name. Maro Telly had come from the gutters he dwells in, of the town, a boy with calloused hands and eyes full of defiance to consume what he had never had. He was everything Juliet had never been allowed to have in her whole entire life. And for six months, she lived,in such a life fully packed with the unknown not as the Johnson heiress, but as a woman discovering her rhythm to life, to circumvent the path-lining of her own heart.

Their love bloomed toward a shinning light that have no ending parts, in a hidden corners, that the piers, at midnight, in an alleyways painted with sea sprays and moonlight, in the old inn near the coffee shop, by the cliffs where they shared their first and last kiss to memorized. Then at last, she was ripped away from a predestined by unplanned, that do not belongs to her but packed by others, her goodbye kiss was being reduced to silence at last. Her father's men ensured to it there was no trace of Maro lingered in her life in anyway. They called it protection at long last, but decency, and duty do not play a role in her thought she has to live with. But Juliet had never agreed to this kind of deals and life path of her father.

Now, that she is back to continue the life she left behind, the weight of brushes and heartbreak to carry a love she has never felt before in her life, is in her bags she felt to continue. She rented the same attic room at the inn to make sure he finds his way back to her life. The bed still creaked, in the same way when she met him. The salt still seeped into the wood as it were in the past. And in her dreams and all her thought makes her wore a sack clothing's in her heart, Maro's voice still whispered how much he loves her, and her name like a prayer that will never end and a curse to a family that ceases her life fully of love, cares and bonding at the first instance they met.

In the distance time, the lighthouse blinked against the fading dusk in a night. She remembered him telling her once how it radiants heart of people, and "that the light is for people like them who are in love and. Lost, their path-lining due to unevenness in the society, but not without hope and a fight in navigating their lope sided life."

Juliet ran her fingers along the windowsill which is full packed with memories, of the old inn's top floor that will never be an ending path to her life mainstay to her heart. This was where they had stood in as she await his love being profess to her countlessly, being pressed against each other a feeling that is so unending to navigate, as the ocean howling like a witness in the desert. Maro had kissed her thought of love, full packed with love, hope and kindness of words has professed to her everything, in a rage of his burning desires for her, as he is longing in hunger and when it ended with such a short notice to shine, she tasted both salt and the ache of parting life strokes to the aches to her life.

She had come back here to remember this to have this an unending thought about love in her life, but what frightened her the most, was that nothing had faded aways which brings back an unending memories to life. The memories were sharp and vivid in away it is too unidentical to express a thought that radiants the hearts. The paint on the walls of his loving memories, may have chipped in an untouchable words too symmetrical to forget and he is no longer there, but the moment hadn't. She could almost hear the rustle of Maro's jacket as if he was close by, feeling the weight of his hand on her waist being rapped with it, and see the fire in his gaze burning unendlessly.

The innkeeper, an old woman with knitted brows, had recognized her right from the onset "You're back," she had said. No need for names I know you. Juliet's return was a whisper that had never being left alone in that city, would soon become a storming tomb to life as she awaits the unknown and love to shower her with good fortunes once again.