Nolan stood on the beach, the sun hasn’t even risen yet. He stood in silence as the only sound around him was the waves. He held the item that was in his hand, your necklace.

“What are you doing out here so early?” you said to him. “Stop trying to make me think you’re still here…” he looked down at the necklace and brushed his thumb over it. “I should’ve never let you go on that plane. Maybe then you’d still be with me.” he whispered to himself.

Today was the anniversary… of your death.