My knees sunk into the sand as my fingers brushed letters, forming sentences, the words uncomfortable to write, pained me to admit the truth. When I look up at the turquois waves and looming storm, I know it's in the right place to reveal my thoughts. Footprints lead away, showing that the wind has stolen them from me. It hurts to admit what he put me through; the lies, fake smiles, deadly stares and the sudden drop. He is one of those people that you want to 'un-know'; the kind that promises the worst, yet you fall nonetheless. Now it means nothing. All that time thinking; wasted. He broke me, but I built myself up again despite him. As I get up off the wet sand and turn my back, I realize that I am finally out of the hell he created.
