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Tamsin reached down and grabbed another can of beer from the cool box and cracked it open. Beer frothed over the top and she instinctively held it away from her body letting it drip over the hard concrete floor. Bloody things. She looked up to see what Tom was doing. He was slowly walking around the space, eyes wide, running his hands over the rough pitted surface of the walls and taking in the view of the bay. She thought maybe he understood why she had brought him here. He had wanted to know what she did for fun, what she was like. Tamsin thought this place summed it up pretty nicely.
"Amazing view, isn't it?" It hardly needed pointing out nut she said it anyway. "You should see it when there's firework displays over the bay."
Tom smiled out at the sky, took a sip of beer and turned towards her.
"How did you find this place?"
"My aimless night time wanderings." She said, a lightness in her voice now. "You remember the hotel down there? Well I was on the roof and saw the steps so I thought, 'I wonder what's up there'. So I went and found out." She was talking quickly now, breathless almost with excitement in her voice. "I got up here and fell in love with it. The padlock was mine to keep people out. It's worked."
Tom was looking at her dumbstruck. He tried to get some words out but fumbled on them and burst out laughing. Tamsin laughed too, breaking out into a broad grin before taking a long sip from her can of beer. She understood how he felt. She had felt the same when she had first come here. It was a sense of not believing that something like this existed in a city and that so many people walked and drove by without realising. They didn't look up around them and see what was under their noses. It was a beautiful spot in its own special way. The walls held their own memories of events long past, a functional aesthetic, and then there was the view. She had been up here in all weather and she loved it in all. A bit cold sometimes though. That's what the blankets are for though.
"So...I don't know what it is you do at your 'home away from home," Tom had stepped closer to her, "But the artist in me sees a lot of stories in these walls."
Tamsin nodded.
"That's part of the reason I love it here. The memories." She looked around the room a moment, scanning the walls wistfully and with a hint of melancholy before carrying on. "And if truth be told, I don't do a whole lot here. I just come up when I fell the world weighing too heavily and I need somewhere to escape to. I bring up some booze, sometimes some dope and lose myself in that view. I even get food ordered in." She said smiling.
Tom asked her how and she told him about ordering it for the hotel and walking down and collecting it. What she didn't tell him though was that he was the first person she had brought up to her little hide away. She didn't tell him about the long nights she sometimes spent her crying herself to sleep under the blankets or the one night she contemplated throwing herself out into the view offered by the missing forth wall. Tamsin wished for those days to be finished with. She didn't want to suffer that pain of loneliness anymore but she wasn't sure she wanted to let somebody get in close to her. Baby steps. For some reason she had decided to try and let Tom in a little bit. Maybe it was simply because he was the one who triggered it off with his picture. Maybe he was just in the wrong place at the right time. Whatever the reason, she was going to try and bringing him here told him more about her than she had told anyone else in such a long time.
She walked over the edge of the missing wall and sat down on the small ledge that hung there. Her legs and feet dangled over the perilous drop and she took in the view whilst taking another sip from her beer can. Looking over her shoulder, she addressed Tom.
"So, what do you think? Satisfied you know more about me?"
"Amazing view, isn't it?" It hardly needed pointing out nut she said it anyway. "You should see it when there's firework displays over the bay."
Tom smiled out at the sky, took a sip of beer and turned towards her.
"How did you find this place?"
"My aimless night time wanderings." She said, a lightness in her voice now. "You remember the hotel down there? Well I was on the roof and saw the steps so I thought, 'I wonder what's up there'. So I went and found out." She was talking quickly now, breathless almost with excitement in her voice. "I got up here and fell in love with it. The padlock was mine to keep people out. It's worked."
Tom was looking at her dumbstruck. He tried to get some words out but fumbled on them and burst out laughing. Tamsin laughed too, breaking out into a broad grin before taking a long sip from her can of beer. She understood how he felt. She had felt the same when she had first come here. It was a sense of not believing that something like this existed in a city and that so many people walked and drove by without realising. They didn't look up around them and see what was under their noses. It was a beautiful spot in its own special way. The walls held their own memories of events long past, a functional aesthetic, and then there was the view. She had been up here in all weather and she loved it in all. A bit cold sometimes though. That's what the blankets are for though.
"So...I don't know what it is you do at your 'home away from home," Tom had stepped closer to her, "But the artist in me sees a lot of stories in these walls."
Tamsin nodded.
"That's part of the reason I love it here. The memories." She looked around the room a moment, scanning the walls wistfully and with a hint of melancholy before carrying on. "And if truth be told, I don't do a whole lot here. I just come up when I fell the world weighing too heavily and I need somewhere to escape to. I bring up some booze, sometimes some dope and lose myself in that view. I even get food ordered in." She said smiling.
Tom asked her how and she told him about ordering it for the hotel and walking down and collecting it. What she didn't tell him though was that he was the first person she had brought up to her little hide away. She didn't tell him about the long nights she sometimes spent her crying herself to sleep under the blankets or the one night she contemplated throwing herself out into the view offered by the missing forth wall. Tamsin wished for those days to be finished with. She didn't want to suffer that pain of loneliness anymore but she wasn't sure she wanted to let somebody get in close to her. Baby steps. For some reason she had decided to try and let Tom in a little bit. Maybe it was simply because he was the one who triggered it off with his picture. Maybe he was just in the wrong place at the right time. Whatever the reason, she was going to try and bringing him here told him more about her than she had told anyone else in such a long time.
She walked over the edge of the missing wall and sat down on the small ledge that hung there. Her legs and feet dangled over the perilous drop and she took in the view whilst taking another sip from her beer can. Looking over her shoulder, she addressed Tom.
"So, what do you think? Satisfied you know more about me?"