Possibilities
Jack sat on the beach, staring out unseeing at the waves crashing against the shore. He wasn't sure why he'd come out here, he'd never been particularly drawn to the beach before. Before Ally. He sighed and dropped his gaze to his bare feet, his arms resting on top of his knees, the sound of the surf in his ears. Who was he kidding? He knew why he was out here. The beach was the place he most associated with Ally, the day they'd come out here and fished for anything they could find. It had been a good day and really that summed up his entire relationship with her. Good.
Good, but not what he wanted. Just lately it seemed that whenever he spent time with Ally, whenever he kissed her, ran his fingers through her hair, he was seeing someone else. Someone else with blonde hair and blue eyes he could probably drown in if he wasn't careful. He just didn't know what to do about it. Sydney was a dream for most of the guys he knew; gorgeous, open-hearted and less self-centred than she seemed on the surface. She was also unattainable. It didn't really make sense to break things off with Ally if nothing would happen with Syd, but he couldn't stop thinking about it despite that. So what if nothing happened with Syd, Ally was clearly not who he wanted and she deserved better than that. And who knew? Maybe Syd would be open to the idea.