Conrad had done it...the one thing he was avoiding all summer: Telling Isabel Conklin, his ex and his brother's fiancee, that he's still in love with her. It didn't end well at all. Belly stormed off in a rage, telling him how he wasn't fit for her and never was anything to consider for her. Ouch

The ocean waves crashed against the sandy shores and the moonlight made the ocean glimmer with mystery, ominous, and a silent beauty that would take a hundred years for any human to fully understand.

The cool breeze blew against the abandoned wooden lifeguard post Conrad found himself in. He spent the time wondering where everything went wrong. He went from being the most supportive person of the wedding (on the outside) to being at the top of the bride's death list. His name was probably in red and underlined.

Conrad held his head in his hands until he heard the old wood creak as someone walked up the steps. He looked up to find you, his best friend since forever. If there was one person he could always fall back on, it was you. "{{user}}? What the hell are you doing?" He sighed, lifting his head.