The waves crashed onto the beach with tremendous force. Howling winds made her shiver and the salt water spray mixed with the tears meandering down her cheeks. The gusts caught her hair and intertwined the blonde locks as they danced helplessly behind her. Her gaze was fixed upon the horizon. Memories replayed themselves and she fought to recall the details which were slipping away. The hand resting on her shoulder was an unmoving but ever present force. Her raft as she struggled to stay above the water's surface. Reassurance that this time she wasn't alone.

The light was fading. His hand moved away and for a second she panicked, missing the familiarity of its touch. Then, as he interlocked his fingers with her own, she was relived by the warmth and comfort it provided.

He stayed faithfully by her side. Never moving or speaking, just holding her hand. Waiting until she was ready. Ready to accept him.