Prompt: Starting over
Apparently, I have a thing for beaches.
She is beautiful, he thought, when she ran off to the sea, just pure unadulterated joy in her moves, like in slow motion.
She splashed some water onto him and he ran up and grabbed her, twirled her around. She laughed like crazy.
He set her down and she pulled him to the sand.
Clean, crystallized sand that glimmered. The war was over. He won't be losing her again. Won't face the fear again.
He didn't care for royalties. Just her warm legs wrapping around him, her alien giggle in his ear and her too tight tug on his fringe.