Drabble 22: Caribbean Blues

They walked, hand in hand, down the sandy shores of the beach. Wilson and Cameron were oddly contrasted in the bleeding sunset that left the air warm. He stopped walking and turned to her.

"Thanks for coming with me. I couldn't have come here by myself."

She blushed and said nothing, looking down at their sand covered feet. "Yeah, anytime."

"I wish Greg was here, though," Wilson remarked quietly. He looked into her gentle eyes and smiled, trying to imagine the cold, cruel blue eyes he had come to love.

Wilson lied to himself every day that summer with Cameron.

Fin.