If you've ever been to the beach, you know what it's like- the crowd... my restricted vision through the alley showed me that it was empty. I love an empty beach.

Sand and rocks. I approached the strand. Black rocks. Big and small. The deep blue of the sea, making them darker. Along with the 'what time is it?' sun in the breathing sky. The clearness of the place and the subtle calmness it offered made me want to sit down.

Therefore, I sat down on the soft sands and gazed out into the lashing hues on the horizon. Just stared out at the empty sea, pushed the little black rocks around, vacillating about the love towards the sea...the unknown; wondering who could give me a vignette of my life. Contemplating...

Contemplating on the words forming my life now. The words- I just can't make them right, can I? Those same words that make me wrong. My life is as fucked up as it can be. And I don't even know why I reached that conclusion.

"You know you can't escape, right?" I looked behind me. It was the newspaper girl. (Yeah. Believe it? Just like in the romance genres)

"Uh...yeah. I mean..." I made a complete jerk of myself. If you're wondering that she silences me with a kiss, she doesn't. She sat down beside me. A few feet from the crashing points of the baby waves. "So it seems that we're back to the beginning. Even after we got till the end." She turned and faced me. "Do you know that you're a complete asshole?"

That strange feeling when you know that you are missing something. Are you supposed to know that person? That annoying missing thing... a memory perhaps? You reach for it and it's just not there; or you do find it and pretend that it isn't there... I'm quite sure my memories haven't been tampered with. Can you tamper with them? If my memories have been tampered with, I wouldn't know the last thing, which I remember, which was...oh, right...I don't remember.

When people actually face you when they talk to you, it's a very weird feeling. You tend to notice finer details in that person's face. And since I was looking at that lovely woman for the first time, I noticed quite a lot. She had these lovely eyes- a blend of brown and yellow, I dunno, sort of changing colours to pale green when the light bounced off just right. They seem to suck you in somehow. Long hair. Lovely dark brown tresses that reached her back. Petite nose. Freckles on some parts of her cheek. And that killer smile. Then my eyes went lower still. Down her neck towards her chest...nope. I averted my eyes. I think I have a very courteous demeanour.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I replied.

She turned back to face the sea. "Who are you?" I asked. She shook her head slightly and reached into the pockets of her shift. "Here." She said and offered me an envelope, folded in half. She stood up. "You're the shittiest person I know. Well, seldom hide inchoate truths, idiot." On that good note, she left.

I sighed. What has the world turned into?

PS- what have I turned into?

I opened up the envelope. It looked old. I could see the edges of the card inside. Another playing card. I took it out. The Ace of Hearts. With words imprinted on it-, 'You are the beginning.' It said. "I'm the end." I called out to the winds. I stood up. Took a few steps, staggered, and blacked out.

All over again.