"I don't want you to leave". The ocean stretched out eternally in front of the two teenagers, the wind teasing at their hair.
"I have to, Little Lotte. Father is making me". The young girl, about fifteen years old, frowned and traced patterns in the sand, her other hand in the boy's.
"But what am I supposed to do? Papa is getting worse, and… I'm going to miss you". She turned to him, her blue eyes sad. What she didn't say was the thing that had been looming over her head for the past few weeks; her papa was close to dying.
The boy, a couple years older than her, squeezed her hand gently and searched her porcelain face, a few light freckles scattered across from spending so much time outside that summer. "Christine, I promise, promise, that I will return to you. And then we can live happily ever after".
She looked at him with fresh tears in her eyes and threw her arms around him, letting out a small sob. "Alright", she mumbled, muffled by his shirt. Christine pulled back to wipe the tears from her eyes, trying to smile up at her handsome friend. Like her, he had freckles from spending time with her all summer, his blonde hair waved from the spray of the sea.
"Raoul!" A grown man's voice sounded from the cliff above them, signalling that it was time for him to leave. The two in their hidden cove lept to their feet.
"Does it have to be so soon?" Christine murmured, pulling Raoul in for another embrace. He held her firmly and lovingly, not wanting to let go.
Knowing he had to hurry to keep from getting in trouble, he pulled back and suddenly yet hesitantly pressed his lips to Christine's, lingering for a few seconds. "Goodbye, my Little Lotte", he whispered before running off.
Christine was left, lightly touching her lips where he had not only left a pleasant tingle, but a small smile. Somehow, she knew that he would keep his promise of returning.
This was Christine and Raoul's first kiss! Christine is fifteen and Raoul is 17 and going off to school in the city. Hope you enjoyed, sorry it was so short!