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As the loud waves smashed down against the tender beach, she picked up a stick and begn to examine it. As she dumped it to the ground, the waves came in again and smashed around her ankles. As the couple held each other in a tender, caring embrace, he looked over at the salmon pink sun that was slowly dissapearing to make way for the ghost white moon. As they walked further down the beach, the silence grew unusually haunting between the two lovers. They were enjoying the private time they had left together. As they came to a halt and took a seat on the soggy sand, she buried her head into his shoulder, while he looked towards the ocean, wondering what the future held for both of them. The summer had gone by like a whirlwind. It felt like just last week they were total strangers, oddly glancing at each other every few seconds. They didn't want it to end, but it was what they had to do. It was the right choice for both of them. It took both of them countless hours of convincing both each other and themselves, that their seperation was for the best. When she lifted her face from his comforting shoulder, he looked at her for a minute. He waited until she returned the look. When their eyes finally met, they both leaned in and pionately kissed each other. They both held still for a while, still trying to feel one another. Something felt right about the moment they were sharing. They held still and let their feelings take over. When they pulled away, they looked at each other again. He then reached out his hand and started to softly caress her face. She nervously twitched when his smooth hand met her cheek. She thought he was handsome, but that wasn't why she loved him. He was deep. He cared for her and he was pionate. Most importantly, he loved her. And, she loved him. They knew that they were meant to be together. Maybe not forever, but at least together. If she died tomorrow, she felt good knowing that she had met someone that cared for her as much as she had dreamed about while she was planning her dream husband at the tender age of 6. They both felt like they should never be apart from each other, but they knew that they were about to be pryed apart forever. They tried to make the most of their time left. They slowly rose from the now drowned sand. They began to turn back the way they came. As they walked, he slowly ran his soft hand through her long, soft chocolate brown hair. When she felt his warm hand on her cool scalp, her heart fluttered a little. They heard a car pull up and they took a quick glance at the slowly approaching vehicle. It was time to say goodbye. Tears began to form in both their eyes. A small woman came from the car and called the girl's name. He let her go. They were expecting this, they just didn't expect it to be so painful. He felt like he was kicked multiple times in the stomach. She felt like she was jabbed multiple times in her ribs. At this point, both his and her cheeks were covered in streaming tears, slowly evaporating on their cheek. She said 'Goodbye' with her cracked voice. As he relased her from his comfortable grasp, he kissed on the head once and let her go. She was like a bird being realeased from a cage. As she began to make her way up the sandy hill, towards the small, red car, he followed his heart. He sprinted to her, pulled her around and kissed her on the motuh. It took her a while to figure out what was happening, but after she clued on, she embraced him. As they continued to firmly grasp each other in a loving embrace and and even more loving kiss, they both fell to the ground and rolled down the hill. The whole time this was happening, they never let go of each other - embrace or lips. As her mother made her way down the hill to see what the hold-up was, she saw the pair kissing pionately on the sand. Nothing else in the world was important right now. Not the fact she had to leave. Not the fact that he was going to be alone. Not the sand in his and her hair, shirts and pants. No. The only thing that mattered was that they had to have each other. As her mother caught on, she went back to the car to wait. When they finally let go, he begged her not to go and to stay here with him. She tried to tell him that she had to go, but he ignored her and continued to beg. As she walked up the hill, he hung his head in shame. He was a monster. A selfish, dirty monster. As she got into the car and drove away with her mother, tears filled his eyes. She was gone. Out of his life forever. He needed something to take his anger out on. He made his way to the ocean and began to skip rocks. The one thing he could do right now. After a while, his legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground. He couldn't go on with his life anymore. He heard a car pull away. He naturally umed that his mind was just replaying the tragic, life-changing moment he had just experience. He heard a car stop near the beach. He thought to himself, 'It's just an