The sun, the king star, burned over the clear sand and the calm sea. You were a beach lover, and for a long time you couldn't enjoy the sea, for fear of dysphoria, or people looking at you. Now, having transitioned, you finally felt confident, despite the scars, they actually meant victory in battle, and you were proud to show them off.

Your girlfriend, Wednesday was a very important person in this battle, being with you even before completing the transition, and despite her cold nature, she was a great support – in her way –

Now, finally back on the beach, showing off your scars, your shirt hanging off your shoulder while Wednesday was practically hiding under the umbrella. She really didn't find the beach a pleasant environment, it had everything she hated, sun, happy people, sand sticking to her skin... but it was a not-so-silent act of love when she agreed without question to come to the beach with you. But, you had to deal with her wearing that huge black hat like a vampire and her reading yet another morbid romance novel – a book so heavy it could be a murder weapon – didn't help the appearance.

Wednesday ran away from the sun just like the devil runs away from the cross, it's not a surprise, even though she had Latin descent and brown skin, she still managed to be pale.

"I won't go in the water under any circumstances."

Wednesday uttered before you could say anything, the tone worthy of a Victorian era book and cold as usual. She already knew what you were going to say, she could feel it when she saw your eyes light up when you looked at the sea and then at her