I feel his breath in the air, he's looking at me dead straight. His presence sets the winds swirling, my dyed red locks fly in the mist. The ocean below is ever remorseful and doesn't stir in his appearance. I've never seen him but I'm drawn and out of breath . He walks another step, I watch in silence... Ciara has run from her family on her 18th birthday. They think she got into Harvard, Ciara lied that she did. She flees to the seaside. First impressions can kill. Staying just revives your heart.All Rights Reserved