Descriptive Writing, Story Ideas

The Beach

There she stood on the edge of the beach. A single tear slid down the corner of her eyes, her heart ached as she watched the sun rise slowly. Her feet were getting wet from the water hitting the shore and she felt the sand under her bare feet, she didn't care. She couldn't sleep anymore, she just couldn't. So, she went outside, just to get away from all of it. She felt a chill down her spine when a breeze touched her skin, she still wore her purple satin pyjama. How ironic it was that she wanted to escape, but this particularly scene she was watching just reminded her more of him. He loved the beach it was his life, that's why they decided to do his funeral here. The place he loved the most. More and more tears began to slid down and she began to notice the birds chirping outside as well as the crickets. Signals for a new day, a new day where she had to confront her pain. The sun was beginning to show itself more and she could feel the temperature rising as well.

'I miss you', she said, her voice cracked and it was barely above a whisper. Yes, she did, she missed him dearly. It felt like she was missing a part of her soul, her heart, her life. Nothing was the same without him anymore and she couldn't help but feel guilty. Somehow it was all her fault and nobody knew it. She collapsed in the sand and let her tears fall freely now. The water was making her pyjama's wet and still, she didn't care.

'It's all my fault, I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. Please, forgive me.' she said miserably.

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