And I obeyed. I walked until I saw her, standing there in the waves, holding an umbrella in her delicate hand. She is as beautiful now as she was the day she broke me. "Chey." I tried not to speak, but the name escaped my trembling lips. She turned to me, amazed. I desperately wanted to grab her. To kiss her. To beg her to love me one more time. I couldn't. I was stopped. I was unmoved. I couldn't help but wonder why she came here. But I knew it. She came for the reason I did. He wanted to come to the place where his happiness remained so many years ago. He wanted as desperately as I did to be happy again. I started to get closer to her, but the wind picked up more. His hat began to fly off, even as his hand moved to keep it in place. Now our umbrellas danced with the wind, but all I could see was that dress. That beautiful red dress that hugged her as I had once done in a forgotten time. The hair that looked so elegant, even as it began to fall out due to the heavy humidity caused by the rain. His bare feet picking up sand and throwing it on my shoes. Myself. The image of the man I once was.