She laid on the sand holding the sun with her fingertips. It did not scald her like his final words. She brushed the clouds away so she would not see their shapes, which all seem to outline his perfectly chiseled face. Even the soothing tones of the crashing waves caused anxiety, as it was the…
She lies on the gelid sand holding the sun with her fingertips. It did not scald her like his final words. She brushed...