Watching the waves alone (open) - Bathtub Beach

Her back against one of the large stones, knees pulled close to her chest and her face hidden as she rested her forehead against her knees, the blond sat in the sand, seemingly just listening to the waves lapping at the shore. She wasn't moving, wasn't saying anything. In fact she'd been sitting like that for three hours now without having moved an inch save for the wind's light tug at her clothes and hair.

She'd shed her shoes and socks, allowing her to dig her toes into the sand and feel the warmth of it. Though, unlike that night, that night that would forever change things, the warmth did nothing. She still felt cold.

A few more hours passed like that, the only difference being that she eventually turned her head, still resting it against her knees, so she could actually watch the waves.
A part of her had hoped that maybe she'd feel... no, she wasn't entirely sure what she'd hoped to feel. Calm... perhaps. Or, warm maybe... something. Something to remind her of him while she was there, sitting in the sand where they'd sat, leaned against the stone where he'd leaned against it. The scent, the air...

It would be dawn in less than two hours now, most of the night having passed her by. Maybe she ought to think about going home.

Little less than an hour until dawn now...

The blond slowly stood to her feet, fingers brushing over the stone she'd been leaning against. She missed him... badly...
But she couldn't stay. So, pulling the hood of her hoodie up and tucking her hand sin her pockets, she turned and headed towards home. Kind of home... at least she hoped it would feel like home again when he came back. If... he came back...

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