TIANA
We had been walking on the beach for some time. The only sound being that of the waves kissing the shore with a soft hiss. Taking a deep breath I found myself feeling grateful at the fact I was here, there had been a point in my life I thought I wouldn't make it. That I'd never get the opportunity to travel the world like I once dreamed whispering these secrets quietly into my pillow or . . . start a family.
I glanced in his direction and found him staring at his feet as we moved along the shore. His scar staring back at me- telling tales of torment that spoke of his imperfections. Imperfections that entered my path to distort my plans. Moving my eyes down in appreciation of his stature my eyes landed once again to the package in his hand.
