"Hej,- tha dhe sa do qe u perpoq ta permbante veten, zeri i'u keput.-" Kjo eshte zgjedhja ime. Ti duhet te fillosh te besh zgjedhjet e tua." E gjithe jeta e Olivias ishte plazhi. Rera, kujtimet, dallget, lotet, pulebardhat, te qeshurat, mamaja dhe ajo. Flluska e cila e mban te izoluar ne brigjet e atij plazhi fillon te cahet kur ajo ben nje mik te ri dhe jeta e saj nuk mund te jete kurre me sic ka qene me pare.

"Hey," he said and as much as he tried to hold back, his weak voice failed him. "This is my choice. You have to start making your own choices." Olivia's whole life was the beach. The sand, the memories, the waves, the tears, the seagulls, the laughter, mother and her. The bubble that has kept her isolated on the shores of that beach for her entire life begins to burst when she makes a new friend and she can't go back to her old life anymore. "Die living a life you'd live for."