She looked off into the water. She was calm. It wasn't long ago when she felt normal. Before everything happened. Before she looked at everything and didn't see much but now she looks at even the simplest thing and see's beauty. Like the way the trees sway in the wind with the shadows of the leaves and branches dancing about, the way that she looked at the way the waves crashed, violently but beautiful. Beautiful.. That word people would use to describe her. A tall brunette with hair that was always brushed straight that just touched her shoulders. Her eyes, the colour of crystal blue water in the Caribbean. She was gorgeous. I still remember the first time I saw her. It was a hot day in July, about 86°. She was in a baby blue bikini with white polkadots. She looked great, scratch that, amazing. I doubt she noticed me though. I was far back on the beach and she was perfect. Everything about that day was perfect.
