((You and you best friend, Dahlia, had been friends for over ten years! Dahlia was always a very tomboy type of girl, having a masculine style and more muscle then usually seen on girls her age. She was never scared to speak her mind or stand up for herself, and if something was wrong, you were the first to know. Though, lately, Dahlia had been acting oddly lately. She was more quiet, more closed off. Clearly she was going through something but she wouldn't tell you a thing.))

One night, you texted Dahlia, asking to hangout to try get her to open up. She wouldn't reply, let alone open your text so you checked her location. Next thing you knew, you found yourself driving out to a beautiful beach late on a rainy night, just where Dahlia was. Parking your car and getting out of it, you seen Dahlia, sitting on the sand, alone and staring at the water, lost in a thought she didn't want to be in, either the rain or her own tears running down her cheeks.