The Time He Saw Her

The Third Time He Saw Her

The third time he saw her, she wasn't the one that sat on the beach.

It had been him.

It had been late night - practically morning - and that was why he hadn't expected her to show up.

But she had.

This time she wasn't as sad as she had been before. Instead of pouring her heart out she tried to unlock his. As the sun began to climb over the park behind them, she hoped that the healing rays of sunshine would act as a guiding light in there. So she'd be able to see clearly.

"So, what's your story?"

He didn't know why she even tried.

Although he had a theory.

Because when you lock something in, most people have a tendency to check in on it to see if it's still there - even if you can clearly see that the safe hasn't been touched.

She didn't succeed to open her safe.

The only information he got from him was his name written in the sand.