Novela…

“…With her feet sinking in the sand, she looked at the ocean and wondered if he ever saw his own reflection in her eyes. Did he see what she could see? She wished she could have kissed him on the arch of his eyebrow, because it was his eyes that made her into something more. …She remembered how he told her that he was ‘happy,’ and so she tried to believe that was enough. But, he was on the other side of the horizon, and she missed him. She continued to walk along the ocean’s edge, hoping the water would wash everything away.”