Day Twelve:

She saw him standing there, gazing out at the sunset, the ocean breeze ruffling her dress, his shirt. Walking to him, she laid a hand on his shoulder; he turned and smiled at her, his hand capturing hers. He brought it to his lips and kissed her palm.

He led her down the stairs to the sand below. He told her about his plan, whose arms he twisted, and who he had threatened so they could move forward with their plan. He had everything in place.

He stopped and kneeled down.

His eyes met hers.

If only she would say yes.