The last night at the beach we took a long walk. The sun was low in the sky, the light reflecting off the water in beautiful shades of red and orange. We walked in silence, listening to the ocean, me bending down to pick up rocks and sea glass as I spotted them. He got ahead of me several times as I dallied and I would hurry to catch up to him. I could see his blonde hair blowing in the breeze, he had grown it back out. Not like the band long, just to his shoulders. I liked it. He reached his hand out for me as I approached and he laced his fingers in mine.