The beach sparkled in the moonlight, its ocean embellishing it with white foam. The air whistled through the night, its aroma a mix of the ocean, love and tears. Marissa smiled in her thoughts. She hadn't been to the beach in such a long time. She had forgotten how beautiful something so simple could be. It was weird. She had remembered the beach, but now it was like she hadn't seen one in her life, like it was her first time at the beach. She arched her head back, permitting the moon's beams to dance across her cheeks.

She had always loved the feeling of the ocean breeze nipping at her skin. She didn't know why. Most people hated it, the cold everything about it. But to Marissa, it was the best feeling. She smiled at the sky, her gaze reverting to the sandy shore. It didn't look anything like the beach in Newport. There wasn't a lifeguard shack, or left over flyers from the latest surf contest. There wasn't even trash carelessly left to be engulfed by the waves. She adored how clean it was; though at the same time, she didn't. The trashy, surf beach had always been her thing. Being at a clean, untouched beach was just different.

Marissa closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened them, the split second her vision returned her feet left the ground. She bolted onto the beach, twirling in circles until she collapsed onto her butt. Alex followed close behind, plopping down in the empty spot that was calling to her. Marissa smiled, resting her head on Alex's shoulder.

"You remember our first date?" the brunette spoke after a few minutes of silence. There was a still, unsettling silence. She didn't forget… did she? Marissa bit her lip. She couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. Normally at the ocean, that pang wouldn't have appeared. She wouldn't have felt it. The ocean masked all pains she had. The ocean was pure happiness. But somehow Alex's forgetting their first date had broken through. It had found a way to hurt her, found a way to get passed the beach's barrier. The idea buried into her head. If the thought of Alex forgetting something that happened years go could get through, what else could?

"Sorry, I forgot how beautiful the beach was," the blonde said, her eyes gazing off at the ocean. Marissa sighed. "Of course I remember. How could I not? It was at the beach after your horrible evening with your mom. I brought you out to the beach, and we watched the tides changed. And then we kissed," at that Alex stole a kiss from Marissa. Marissa relished the taste of Alex. She didn't know one better taste. And now that she knew Alex remembered, the kiss tasted even better.

Marissa raised her hand to Alex's cheek, slowly dancing them to behind Alex's head. She pulled Alex closer, deepening the kiss. It was the most contact the two of them had in a long time –the amusement park didn't count. She wanted to treasure it, never let it go; to bad to need for oxygen was crawling up her throat. Oxygen always ruined a moment. She sighed. Whoever thought of oxygen had to be idiotic. Barely removing her mouth, Marissa took a small breath in before bestowing kisses down Alex's jaw line.

"Ah, Marissa…" Alex moaned. Marissa giggled. She loved what she could do to Alex. How she could make the blonde moan with a simple kiss. It was almost mesmerizing. It had been what, months, years she had been with Alex, and yet she still had the same affect. She could still make the girl moan with one kiss after everything that had happened, even after Alex had pulled away. It amazed her. Maybe there love was that strong. Maybe they could last forever.

She smiled, pulling away from Alex. She embraced the girl, pulling her well-muscled girlfriend into her lap. She never wanted to let go. She just wanted to stay put and bask in Alex's presence. Alex seemed to have the same idea, becoming limp in her arms. Marissa shivered, the ocean breeze picking up speed and dropping in temperature. The beach in Newport never got this cold, not even in the night. She didn't know what to do. Should she ditch the beach and head home? Or should she try to force her and Alex through it? She couldn't decide. There was after all a blanket in the trunk if they needed it.

Alex didn't mind, or that was what Marissa thought, seeing as Alex wasn't complaining. She was getting chilly though. She didn't want to leave Alex's comfort thought. Even if it was for one mere second, minute at the longest, she didn't want to leave. What if she left and Alex wasn't there? Then what? What would happen? She'd have to go find her, which meant she'd first lost her. She shuddered at the thought of losing Alex. Guess I'll have to deal with the cold.

"You look cold," Alex shifted so she was facing Marissa. The brunette nodded softly, but tried not to exaggerate it. Her being cold was nothing of importance. The date was the only thing in her mind with importance. She just hoped the cold wouldn't wreck it. "I know there's a blanket in the trunk, you should go get it. I promise I'll be here when you get back," Alex smirked, letting Marissa's hands go. Marissa fought over the dilemma once again, finally choosing the reasonable answer. Get the blanket.

Marissa kissed Alex on her cheek and got up. She wasn't sure if she could trust Alex to stay but the cold was getting to her. Alex was right. She shouldn't wait to get a blanket. She shouldn't even worry that Alex would get up and leave. If Alex was going to leave, she would have left already. There was no reason to be nervous. She unlocked the trunk and grabbed the blanket with one swift movement, making sure to be as quick as possible. She didn't want to keep Alex waiting.

Sprinting back to the beach, Marissa stopped right in her tracts. Her eyes flashed open. Her hands clenched. Her heart stopped. The beach was empty. Alex was gone.