She lifted her fist slowly out of the beaches sand. She opened her hand as she examined the thousands of grains of sand falling between her pale finger tips. She looked away just as the last single piece of sand returned to the rest. She admired the beaches soft sand, the calm breeze, and the sun in the morning. The purple that fades into the pink and the gentle and soft yellow and orange that's just barely visible to where you have to focus to see it's loud color.
She would spend her every mornings watching the sun rise into a new day. She would sit there and think of him. His brown eyes, the different shades of brown and red laid gentle in his hair. She admired his strong fingers that would curl gentle around her small pale hand. The kisses he would place upon the back of her hand. His soft lips connecting to her cold yet comfortable skin. She blushed slightly remembering the man she once loved. She closed her eyes slowly trying to imagine what would it be like if he was here. She would've laid her head upon his shoulder as they're hands still connected laid between their two figures. She loved looking down and seeing the pale and tan skin tones pulled together by love. She inhaled and exhaled softly. She played with the grains of sand where he would sit. She softly began to cry at the fact he would never return. She cried.
