There he is, as handsome as ever, looking as if nothing special had happened. Or did I dream it all? Was there never a moment of complete understanding between us? I close my eyes briefly, collect my scattered thoughts and fragmented memories, and there, clear as day, I see it all again. I was watching the ocean, letting the breeze cool my cheeks and play with my hair. I had run away from my own birthday party. Mother would never forgive me if she knew I escaped my duties, but the tediousness wore me down and I ran before I would be rude to anyone. Footsteps coming closer, I knew it was him, he didn’t startle me when he suddenly stood there next to me. We stood there overlooking the ocean, with one glance he knew how I felt. No words were said and I relaxed into our mutual silence. "Your mother will soon come looking for you, you know." He turned to look at me, still leaning on the banister. Ridiculously handsome in his white suit. I suppressed the need to run my finger...