Prologue

Leaning against the white painted wood railing Kelly stared into the darkness, the waves that were hitting the shore singing her a calming lullaby. She loved ocean as long as she could remember. It's greatness both calming and overwhelming her. So many of her memories were tied to the beach. It has always been her solitude, her safe place, her sanctuary... Pulling the white satin robe tighter against her body, she rubbed her arms shivering. Even with the warm wind blowing the nights were cold. Taking one last look into the darkness, she soaked in the calmness wishing it would take over her and let her troubled mind rest. Opening the back door she let herself inside the beach apartment.

Untying her robe she threw it haphazardly on the sofa before navigating through the darkness into her room. She could hear Matt's soft breathing. The man lying in her bed was one of the reasons why her mind went into overdrive every time she tried to get some sleep. Slipping under the warm sheets she pressed her body against his, looking for his warmth.

"Where have you been? You're freezing." He asked sleepily, his hand searching for her. Resting on her outer tight once he found her.

"Outside, I couldn't sleep and figured at least one of us should get some rest." She replied softly her finger tips caressing his arm.

Turning around he smiled absently into the darkness his eyes still firmly closed. "I can tire you out." He offered in a very un-Matt like style.

"Just go back to sleep." Kelly leaned forward kissing his temple her fingers running through his short hair. Within seconds she could hear his breathing change as he fell asleep again.

Looking at the sleeping man next to her she wondered if she was bringing all of this on herself. She loved Matt, she loved who he was, who she was when she was with him, but the doubts still remained. Was this that kind of a man she wanted to spend her life with? On the outside Matt Durning was every girls dream. They'd date for a few more months, get engaged, marry, she'd pop out a kid, two or three, he'll work on his career, she'd...

She sighed rolling on her back as the ugly reality presented itself once again, she had no idea what she wanted from life. She couldn't tell the exact moment when it happened, but it felt like she was living in a limbo, a never ending circle of nothingness. Every single day she lived felt programmed. She felt no excitement, nothing and something was telling her it shouldn't be this way at the age of 25.

Taking another glimpse of Matt in the darkness of the room, her thoughts wandered to Dylan, the other half of her problem. All those mixed signals he was giving her lately, she choose to ignore them for the most part. But she was not the only one who noticed. Matt has voiced his disagreement to her more than once, latest the previous evening when he found out about the painting Dylan gave her. That damn painting which they choose together days ago was now leaning against the wall in her living room. A silent reminder of what she should have done already weeks ago.

Then there were all those dreams, weird dreams that woke her up whenever her mind finally found some rest. She couldn't figure them out...it was like a window into her future...

Turning on her side she finally felt her eyelids getting heavy, as the sleep took over letting her troubled mind rest for a bit.