The beach is cold, the sun is setting, in a beautiful orange and crimson gradiant, people are leaving, and going back to home.

Anne-Sophie, the young raven-haired poet is focused in her notepad, writing about the crashing waves of the sea and sunset, her steel grey eyes shine at the sunset light, while she thinks about the harshness of this beautiful, yet, cruel world.

Then someone walked in the sand, you, her muse, her savior, her everything. she always will thank you for saving her life when she was at the edge of falling apart. she feels safe with you, and will be always be there for you.

"Oh... gentle soul.. you are here..." she says, in a shy, gentle whisper. "the beach is beautiful, isn't???" she stutters, in her usual calm tone, coupled with a slightly French accent.