A big thank you to Baron Munchausen for taking the time to look over this.
Something worth living for
Edith walked along the beach not caring about the wind or the rain.
She could not believe how much her life had changed in such a short amount of time.
Just a few months ago she was a happily married woman with a son.
After she was left at the altar she had given up hope of ever having a family and ever being truly happy.
Only to have her happiness snatched away. First Michael was killed in what the police called a botched robbery but what she suspected was to do with a story he was working on.
Then her sweet beautiful boy, her one reason for living, suddenly caught a fever and died.
As she felt the sea wash over her ankles she had an idea of how to end all this pain and misery. She turned and began to walk into the sea. Just as the sea was about to swallow her she felt someone grab her wrist and pull her back towards the beach; she tried to struggle but her grief had left her with hardly any energy.
As they got to the beach she was placed on to her back and for the first time she saw the face of the man who had denied her peace. At first she thought she was hallucinating but after a second she realised that the piercing blue eyes that were full of fear and shock belonged to none other than Sir Anthony Strallan.
For what seemed like a lifetime they both just stared at each other, both of them not knowing what to say or do.
A rumble of thunder brought them both back to reality. Anthony went to help Edith up only for Edith to slap him round the face and move back towards the sea.
Anthony wasn't sure if the slap was for the jilting or for pulling her from the sea. All he knew was that he had to hold on to her. He could not let her go this time. He knew if he let her slip through his fingers it would be the last he ever saw of her.
Edith's legs gave way from under her; the events of the last few months had finally drained her of any energy she had left.
She just laid in the sand letting unconsciousness take her.