Kevin had just returned from his final doctors appointment and he couldn't keep the smile off his face. He had been given a clean bill of health he just had to take it easy for a few more days. The doctor also recommended that he talk to someone about what he had gone through whilst over there. However, in typical style Kevin had convinced himself that he didn't need to talk to someone and that he was fine. He had spent too much time thinking about it so he decided to go for a run to clear his head.

He was running along the waters edge of the beach his feet slapping on the sand making small splashes with every stride he took. He was too busy in his head that he didn't see the blond running straight at him. They crashed into eachother both loosing their balance. They both ended up on sand both smiling and giggling at eachother. Kevin was the first to get to his feet reaching his hand out to help her up.

"I am really sorry I wasn't watching where I was going and wasn't paying any attention."

"It's okay I wasn't paying attention either. I'm Sarah by the way." she said holding out her hand.

Kevin gladly shook her hand smiling at her, at first she kept smiling before her smile slowly left her face.

"Right, sorry I'm Kevin, and I'm sorry for running into you."

Without a good bye Sarah took off running past Kevin a mess of blond hair following behind her. It took Kevin a bit of time to regain his composure before he took off running remembering why he was out on a run.

About 2 hours after he set off Kevin returned to his childhood home. He walked up the stairs to the back deck and through the back doors that led to the kitchen and dinning room. Standing in the kitchen in her usual spot was his grandmother. He walked towards the kitchen and to the fridge pulling out a cold bottle of water and downing most of it in one go.

"I thought you were meant to be taking it easy?" Gran asked as she mixed the batter for what I assumed were muffins in a mixing bowel.

"I got back from the doctor this morning and I got a clean bill of health, so I decided to go for a run and clear my head. What you making?" I told her.

"Well I still think you should be taking it easy for a little bit, you know build your strenth a little bit. And I am making some banana and choc chip muffins."

"Ooh that sounds amazing. And it am taking it easy it just had to clear my head for a little bit." He said as he walked off towards his room.

He gathered his towel and a changed of clothes before making his way towards the bathroom that he shares with his other siblings that are currently living in the house. After a quick shower he feels like he has no idea on what to do.

After spending some down time in his room he made his way back into the kitchen

"I need you to go into town and grab a me couple of things take Bree with you she has been moping around." Gran says handing me a shopping list. I pick it up and walk past Bree and out the back door with Bree following me.

As I walk around the small produce market I reach into a small basket to retrieve the eggplant that was on he list. As I go to pick it up I feel an unusual weight to it. I look up to see a familiar blond, the same I had blond run into on the beach - literally.

" your hand is on my eggplant."

"Are you stalking me?" I ask with a slight sarcastic tone in my voice. "First the thing down the beach and now this? I mean this cannot be a coincidence."

"No I was just trying to enjoy a nice run down the beach." She returned with a slight smile to her face. "I think that means I get the eggplant?"

"I was in the Army and trying to clear my head after an accident. Purple hart, Bronze star." I argue back.

"Last year, a building fell on me." She counteracted

"Was it on fire?" I ask in all seriousness. To that she nods. We are both still standing here holding the eggplant. I look down momentarily.

"My grandma really needs this for eggplant Parmesan."

"And this will go a long way to feed Chesapeake Shore's finest." I smile at her briefly loosing focus and I feel the eggplant being pulled from my hand. And I watch the familiar blond walk away again. Bree comes up to me and asked if I got the eggplant and I tell her no, she the asked who it was I was talking to. On the way back to the car Bree continues to ask me questions about Sarah. I tell her about running into her at the beach.

We make our way home and I give all of the things to gran and let her know that I couldn't get the eggplant. My mind floats back to the blond who pulled the eggplant out of my hand moments before. For the rest of the afternoon I am lost in my own head.

After a few hours moping around Bree convinces me to come down to the beach. Sitting on a long Bree pulls out the fire wood that she carried down from the beach sitting it in the small circle of rocks on the sand, she pulled out a couple of matches and lit the wood on fire. I picked up a sick and poke at the fire for a while.

We sat and talked about our past and our future. I talked about Georgia, and how I was feeling about being home. Our metaphorical fire was meant for us to be able to let go of the past, for me the Armey, the accident and Georgia, for her it was Martian and the play that she was meant to mount in Chicago. After sitting there for a while I heard the soft hum of a motor getting closer. I was too focused on what Bree was saying that I didn't know there was someone there until they started to talk.

"Hi" I said looking up to see the familiar blond for the third time that day.

"What's with the fire?" She asks not answering me.

"What?" I asked confused.

"The bonfire?" She asks back

"Ah well technically it's a metaphor." Bree answers. To which I just look over at her with confusion written on my face. "Uh, my brother and I we're getting rid of the old to make way for the new. It's transformative." She says but I don't think what she says is helping.

"It's also illegal." She responds as she starts to write a ticket.

"Please don't loose the ticket." She responds as she gets back onto the bike. I have a look of confusion once again on my face. As she goes to drive away she mouths at me to turn it over. I turn it over showing it to Bree at the same time to reveal her number written on the back. A small smile breaks out on my face. As Sarah drives off Bree raises her hands into the air in a small celebration before hitting me on the arm before we both break out into laughter.

We spend a bit longer on the beach heading in just as the sun starts to go down, knowing dinner will be ready soon. Bree and I talk about things here and there as we walk back towards the house, however we both don't mention Sarah or what happened a couple of hours before.

As we walk into the house through the back door everyone else is there and getting ready to eat. I sit through dinner in mostly silence thinking about all of the the things Bree and I just talked about and getting rid of the old to make way for the new. There were defiantly some things in needed to get rid off.

Whilst everyone was in a good mood and sharing happy stories I decided now would be the best time to tell everyone my news.

"So I had my last doctors appointment today." I say causing everyone to look in my direction.

"And what did he say?" Asks Abby, a slight look of concern on her face.

"I got a clean bill of health, although he did say to take it easy for a couple more days and not push myself too hard." With the everyone erupted into a cheer. I didn't tell them about the recommendation to see a therapist knowing that it would bring down the good mood.

We continue dinner with a relatively calm demeanour however still sharing happy memories and getting a good laugh in. By the end of dinner came I excused myself from the table , using the excuse of feeling tired. I knew no one would question it especially after all I have gone through. I make my way upstairs and to my room.

It took me a while ro fall asleep, like it has every other night since I came back from tour. My sleep was resetless and plagued with nightmares that put me back in that place, the fear I felt p, the uncertainty. I woke multiple times, drenched in sweat my breathing heavy. I knew I needed to talk to someone but couldn't bring myself to admit there was something wrong.

I knew I had gone through a traumatising situation, one that I would not go though on a daily basis, however I had still somehow convinced myself that I was okay and it was normally to feel this way. But somewhere deep down I knew I wasn't okay, however I wasn't really ready to admit that to my self just yet.

The next morning I woke after somehow being about to get at leasta couple hours of sleep. It was still early so I decided to go for a run. I decided to keep this one short knowing that gran would be making breakfast and I didn't want to miss it .I also knew that if I missed it then everyone would be worried about me.

I finished my run earlier than I thought I thought I would so I decided to give Sarah a call. I didn't know her work roster so didn't know if she was working or sleeping. I called however it went staring to voice mail. I left a message so then she would know that I didn't leave her hanging, before making my way inside for breakfast to go start another day.