It was a summer night; the sky was calm the stars moved close to the full moon. The darkness of the night circled around the moon in an almost hypnotizing pattern that made me want to glue my eyes onto the night sky. I watched as the space clouds moved over and out of its direction, quietly drawing invisible stars on my right palm with my index finger.
Everything was so quiet and peaceful. The sound of the waves crashing onto the sand was a very soothing element. The blowing of the wind from the northeast direction of the beach was comforting. I felt the wind whispering sweet nothings into my ears. I wrapped my arms around my knees and another blow of wind caressed my body. I was to lucky to have my jacket on or else I would be freezing my toes off.
"Alicia!" Someone called from a distance.
I turned my head backwards and watched Chris come walking towards me. He swiftly sat down onto the beach blanket that layed on the sand inching closer to me. "Where is everyone?" He asked.
"They walked off to the other side. Said they were gonna look for hermit crabs." I shrugged at the thought of picking up those little shell enclosed monsters.
"Why didn't you go?" He asked.
I bit my bottom lip. "Well, I'm not such a fan of those little sea insects."
He rolled his eyes as a smile painted itself on his face. "Nice."
Everything came into silence. I felt his eyes on me a couple of times. I kind of felt insecure about it but at the same time, I didn't really care. I stared up at the moon again, lost in its beauty.
"Yeah, its is pretty." I heard him whisper.
I turned my head as faced his, seeing that he was also staring up at the dark sky.
"More like beautiful." I contorted.
He half smiled then turned his head back and his eyes met mine. I felt butterflies building up in my stomach. It was churning. The way he look at me was very calm and collected, yet there was still that fire burning in his eyes. It was like he was looking deep into my soul. Searching for something, reading me. I didn't want to allow it but I was to caught up in the beauty of his lucious chocolate brown irises. All hope was dead lost.