They stood on the shore, staring into the vast ocean—the cold water lapping at their bare feet as the wind whipped their blonde hair in every direction, causing goose bumps to erupt on their pale skin despite the knitted jumpers they both wore.
Finally, after moments of silence, Victoire spoke.
"Sometimes I forget how much I loved growing up on the beach." Dominique could hear a twinge of nostalgia in her sister's words. She glanced towards Vicki before turning her eyes back to the crashing waves.
"I can't imagine moving away from it."
"You always did love the outdoors."