Madison, a pained girl rapidly approaching womanhood, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the teal water with her forest-green eyes. Her weather-beaten hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze, tickling against one cheek as she tried to deny the stirrings in her heart, resting her cheek against one hand as she pushed her headband away from her eyes. She wore a cement-colored bikini top, her pale back covered only by a thin bit of string, and gray shorts that looked comfortable and easy to wear. Her hair flowed in a brown rush past her shoulders, complementing her haunted lily-white appearance. A unconcealed scar stood out on her pale skin.
Her thoughts wandered to her days in Chandler's company. On that day, the shadows of her past had become unbearable. Meeting Chandler brought some light into her life for the first time in a long while. He was her salvation. From then on, Madison was sometimes needy and close, but then suddenly cold and fearful. Chandler tried his best to hide his pain, but it was noticeable in his eyes. That was how it was to this very day.
