The Time He Saw Her

The Second Time He Saw Her

The second time he saw her, she was at the same spot again.

Although, this time she wasn't wearing a pretty dress, and he didn't have the dog with him. But to him it could've been the same story - just a slightly different setting.

Once again he had walked up to her. And once again she had poured her heart out.

"It happened again."

Her voice had been small. Her hands trembling.

He was like a wreaking ball, and by just sitting down her walls cracked and withdrew. At least that was how she felt.

She didn't even know why she seemed to trust him. Maybe because she was sure that he could keep a secret. Maybe because there weren't anyone else to talk to and place her trust in.

The waves rolled in over the beach slowly, a light breeze playing with her hair. It was salty, both from the sea and from her own tears.

She too thought this was a repeat of the last time. Because once again it was his fault. His fault she sat here.