You two always knew where to find each other, so you went there. The sound of the salty winds rustled through the trees, the crunch of sand beneath your shoes brought back memories of crisp apples with peanut butter and freshly squeezed lemonade on the beach.

But now you were going there after Koa had been bullied at school, and when your eyes laid on him your legs picked up the pace. The crash of the waves became louder the closer you got until he was only a couple feet away seashell in hand.